The Atlanta Lovebirds(BWWM)

A Blue eyed Boy

August 15, 1963

I woke up to the sound of my little brother, Mason racing down the hallway screaming about how he didn't want to brush his teeth.

A knock came to my door and my father poked his head through the opening. "Good morning honey, time to get up for school." My Dad said to me with a smile to his face.

"Morning Dad." I replied to him as I sat up in my bed.

He nodded in return and left my room to give me privacy. I rubbed my hand against my eyes in an effort to remove the sleep and crust from the corners. I stood from my bed and went to my closet to find an outfit for the day.

Since it was the first last day of school for me, I wanted to look a little pretty. I pulled out a checkered skirt and a white blouse to match. For shoes, I chose my new white knee high boots.

I am so excited to wear them. My dad surprised me with them last week. I had been ogling at these shoes all summer through the window at a boutique downtown.

I gently laid down my outfit on my bed and grabbed my robe to head to the bathroom. I walked across the hall to the washroom I shared with my brother, who was 7 years old, and always left toothpaste in the sink. When I closed the door to the bathroom I was relieved when I noticed the sink was clean as a whistle.

I reached into the shower and turned the water to hot. As I waited for the shower to heat up I undressed out of my pajamas and stared at my body in the mirror. I wasn't particular slender like most girls. My thighs are thick and firm, and my butt would sometimes jiggle. My stomach was long and had a little pudge. I didn't bother me though; it was barley noticeable when I wore my high waisted pants and skirts. I took another look at my dark skin tone through the mirror. My mom always said my skin was like chocolate honey. I don't really know what she means by that, but the compliment makes me feel beautiful.

After staring my body for longer than necessary, I stepped into the shower. I wet my washcloth and lathered it up with my rose scented body wash. Once I felt clean, I used my towel to dry off, and then wrapped my baby blue robe around myself.

I grabbed my toothbrush out of the holder, added toothpaste to the top, and began brushing my teeth. Once I finished brushing my teeth I smiled to myself in the mirror. My teeth are not perfect, but they are pearly white. When I was little, other kids used to make fun of me, but I became confident in myself and embraced my beauty.

I walked back to my room and rubbed my body with my cocoa butter. I went to my dresser and opened my panty and bra drawer. I chose my light pink and bra panty set that I bought a little bit before school started.

I pulled my skirt up my body and then placed my blouse over my top half. When I was dressed, I stood in front of my mirror and glanced at my body. I used my hands to smooth over my outfit.

I was very fashionable; if I do say for myself. When I started my interest in art I loved to pull colors and patterns together, and make cool, cute outfits.

I went to my mirror and added sparkly eyeshadow to my eyelids, I then grabbed one of my rosy lipsticks and applied it to my lips. I wasn't too into makeup but I liked to doll up my face a bit.

Now, my hair. I unravel my hair wrap and brushed out my pin curls. I took a piece of my hair and pinned it to the side, for a bang look.

I sat on the edge of my bed and stuffed my feet into my white boots. I zipped up the sides and stood up. I took one last look in the mirror and was satisfied with the way I looked. My eyes scanned my room to the corner that housed my brown shoulder satchel.

Once I opened the main pocket I checked it for my notebooks, sketchbook, and my pencils.

"Lorrie, If you don't leave in the next five minutes, you gonna be late." My mom yelled to me from downstairs.