Kimber J.

I saw a poster the other day of Marilyn Monroe. The caption at the bottom stated: "Proof that you can drive thousands of men crazy even when your thighs touch." As I look at her picture my mind began racing with all the comparisons I could make between Marilyn's body in a swimsuit and my own. Her legs and arms are more tone. She has beautiful blonde hair and pouty red lips. Her fingers are slender and point. Her trademark beauty mark just above her mouth that only accentuates her feminine face. The list could go on for miles. Then I read the caption once more, and it prompted me to a section in her biography where it talked about her low self-esteem. I was shocked to read that a famous sex icon such as Marilyn, renowned around the world as a man's fantasy didn't see her own beauty. We could all see it, but she couldn't. If the camption on her nearly bare body picture read "thousands of men" sure she should know she's beautiful. I would imagine th...

TWENTY-FOUR (2006) -           Working for my uncle as his personal assistant still. -           Desperately working towards improving by 2.1gpa from community college at LeTourneau University . At the age of 15 it was really cool to tell people that I was a home-school student taking dual-credit classes for college hours. At 25 and still not a graduate of anything, that story about being 15 doesn’t sound so fantastic. O, well, I did finally graduate soon after turning 26 with 117 credit hours to spare; those extra hours didn’t apply to my degree plan since I had changed my major so many times. -           Living at home again. For a while I lived with Papa and Grammy. My parents were renovating our house and I saw no need in continuing to subject myself to construction, workers, debris, and the general annoyance that is an interior designer guy who re...