If I were to ask you to tell me about yourself, what would you say?
Would you start with what you do for a living? Would you tell me that you’re a mother, a father, a sibling or a spouse? I’m curious (and actually, it would be really nice if you fancy telling me a bit about yourself in the comment section below) because I think the way we introduce ourselves says a lot about what we value.
I’m a writer/editor (until next week, when my title will change as I move jobs). I’m a sister to three lovely brothers and a daughter to two marvellous parents. I’m a girlfriend to a kind man. I’m a friend to pretty much everyone, a feminist and a pianist (though never did I say I was a good one) and once upon a time I graduated from law school with a 1st class degree.
But what’s most interesting is the ‘stuff’ that doesn’t occur to us to divulge. After all, these are the things you just don’t know until you really know a person. Here are the smallest (but perhaps among the most significant) details about myself, entrusted to you.
- The underside of my hair is smoothest, but the top layer is frizzy and turns into corkscrews around my hairline. I’ve recently stopped straightening it and I’m starting to believe that ‘coarse’ and ‘frizzy’ doesn’t mean ugly
- I wriggle and scrunch my toes when I’m happy or excited
- When I eat dinner, I leave a tiny amount of each ‘thing’ on my plate so that the last mouthful is a combination of every flavour
- ‘Kiss Chase’ used to make my heart thud, and I earnestly never wanted to be caught – my first kiss didn’t happen until I was 12 and it was… wet.
- One half of my lip sits slightly higher on my face than the other, and one eyebrow is higher too
- I don’t know how to hold a cat with any confidence, but babies are easy
What about you? What details about yourself would you be willing to entrust to me?
p.s How similar are you to me regarding this issue?