I'm in Canada, Quebec City Canada. This means French Canada. I'm wearing the colors of the flag-- the red of the maple leaf on my Americanized t-shirt. The Abercrombie logo, a moose, which actually fits.
I'm about 11. Muy hair is long and healthy, because I haven't yet fallen for people telling me I should wash it everyday, but mostly, I just didn't care. You can tell because I'm smiling. I'm not wearing make up yet. I'm all naural. My skin is glowing without blush or bronzer. My eyes pop without eyeliner. I'm the most natural happy in the world. I'm as content as can be. I'm younger, and just as ignorant as I am today. You can see that I'm not still innocent. It's in my expression-- a slight smile, with a pair of thoughtful, blue eyes.