I'm glamorous because I have thick, luxurious red hair, my natural color BTW, that falls into absolutely perfect waves if I let it air dry, and gets insane body if I blow it dry with a hair dryer.

I'm so glamorous that when I grow my hair out as long as it'll go, and get it cut into a short bob, my mother keeps all that hair I had cut off to go into a drawer to someday be made into a wig (she says it'll become somewhat of a family heirloom someday and can be given to any friend of family member who lost their hair for whatever reason and needs a wig).

I'm glamorous because I have piercing steel grey-blue eyes which, combined with my natural red hair color, is the rarest of eye and hair color combos on the planet.

I'm so glamorous because I am curvy and voluptuous.

I'm so glamorous because I have pale, porcelain skin with a smattering of freckles in all the right places.

I'm so glamorous because I am geeky to the core and have finally finished my Inuyasha manga collection.

I'm so glamorous that when I was an 8 year old girl, I won a local beauty pageant in the town where I spent most of my childhood.

I'm so glamorous that after winning said contest, I had a professional photographer snap a picture of me with my tiara that won him an award and a monetary prize.

I'm so glamorous that when I was a baby, people said I looked just like a baby doll, and my mother even looked into getting me into child modeling (which, knowing what actually happens to kids in those kinds of industries, makes me more than beyond grateful that she didn't pursue that avenue).

I'm so glamorous that when I was small, I had large round dark eyes, fair skin, and red hair that made me look so doll like, that my mother was paranoid I'd be kidnapped if she wasn't too careful with me.

I'm so glamorous that I decided to jump the gun in the teething department and have two bottom front teeth when I was born.