You can’t see me, so how do I describe myself? I would need to know why you can’t see me. In the age of technology and communication today, methods of description are vast.
As a novelist, I use words to describe my characters. So, let’s start the way a writer describes characters. Readers only have the written word in front of them.
My character, me. I stood looking out across the prairie, as far as my hazel eyes could see, which wasn’t far because my 4’9″ height was too short to see beyond my immediate vicinity. I knew there was a vast prairie out there, however, with so much in front of me, I was limited. If I were Zacchaeus and there were trees, I could climb one, but everyone knows the prairie is treeless. It’s also hot on the prairie today which makes me glad my silvery hair is short, cut up around my ears.
I needed to get work done, but in this heat, it was too hard to lumber my hefty body around without needing to stop and take a sip of water every few minutes. However, water was scarce, and I didn’t have the stamina to work in this heat. What I need to do is lose weight. I hoped being out on the prairie in the heat I would sweat off a few pounds and bring my prodigious weight down to size.
I lived my entire 72 years on the prairie. I knew what to expect, still I tested the climate, walked when I could, and worked as much as my age and back would allow. I’m not getting any younger and the work won’t do itself. So, time to stop daydreaming about my limitations and just get the work done.
Now, if you’re blind and standing in front of me. I would do what Ann Sullivan did for Helen Keller, I would take her hand and have her touch my face, feel the curvature of my body, from head to foot. Then the person would know approximately what I look like by feel.
Thanks for reading my fictional story about what I look like. I hope this tells you what I look like and that I’m not tall or even average height. The image belongs to me.
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