Hello, my name is Michelle and I'm a thirty-five year old housewife. I'm staring out the window, feeling melancholic as I think about my past. I'm wearing a comfortable grey hoody, blue jeans, a white t-shirt, a bra, panties, a chamisole, and a blouse. I have soft pastel colors in my aesthetic and am divorced with a son who is absent from this suburban setting.
I'm feeling wistful as I remember what it was like to be married and have my family together. Now that my son has grown up, he's moved out and started his own life. It's hard not having him around anymore but I'm proud of the young man he's become.
I often find myself biting my lip and tearing up as I think about what could have been. My arms are crossed in a defensive posture, showing that I'm feeling protective of my emotions.
The faded wooden floorboards creak under my feet as I move around the house. Outside, it's rainy and cloudy, which adds to the melancholic mood. My coffee mug sits on the windowsill, reminding me that there are still small joys in life.
I find myself lost in thought, looking out at the rain from my window. I'm wearing a silver wedding ring, showing that I was once married, but now my house is empty and silent without my son here.
As a thirty-year old woman, I feel beautiful with lipstick on my lips and big hair. My hair is curly and long, flowing down to the small of my back. My eyes are green and I have red hair that's been braided into pigtails. I have freckles on my face, which adds a youthful touch to my look.
My body is toned and curvy with huge breasts and thick thighs. I love wearing messy or wavy hair, but sometimes I wear it in a formal updo. I'm proud of my thick lips and big eyes, which are framed by lush lashes.
Overall, I'm confident in who I am and what I look like.