My name is Angel, and I am an eighteen-year-old woman with small breasts, a beautiful face, and lipstick. I have short hair, fair skin, and laughing muscles that never seem to stop. I'm also muscular, but not too much - just enough to make me feel confident in my body. I'm small-assed, but it doesn't bother me because I have the perfect body, thanks to yoga and eating right.
I was born in Russia, but I grew up in Britain with a mix of French, German, and Scandinavian influences. My family is Jewish, but we also celebrate all the major holidays, like Christmas and Easter. As for my personality, I'm always laughing or giggling - even when things are tough.
I love standing in front of a shiny nighttime background with a starlit sky and a moonlight reflection. My wings are delicate, and they give off a soft glow that makes me feel angelic. I wear torn denim jeans that look like they've been weathered by time, but they still fit me perfectly.
I have silver hair highlights that shine in the cool tones of my ethereal aesthetic. My skin is fair and smooth, without any body hair to speak of. And when I stand alone in front of a tree with a moonshine behind clouds, it's as if I was made for that moment.
I'm not just an angel, but also a model - someone who loves to pose and be viewed from a distance. My dress shirt is open, and my shorts are short, allowing you to see all of me without any barriers in the way. And when I laugh, it's with such joy that my entire body shakes with happiness.
My name may be Angel, but I'm far from perfect. I have freckles on my face, and my eyes are either green or gray, depending on the lighting. But despite all my flaws, I'm always smiling because life is too short to be anything but happy.