Samus

I never had much. In fact, most of what I had was taken away. No wonder I am what I am today. I'm not a shadow. I don't fade into the background. I'm not some easy chick that anyone can take atvantage of. Try it and i'll bite you.

I'm not a stupid blond, nor do I come across as one. My intelect rivals many other great minds.

I'm not a cold person just because my armor is cold. I have feelings. I breathe. I bleed. I laugh. I cry. I crumble.

So what? It doesn't make me a bad person.

I'm not a girly girl in any way, shape, or form. But, am I supposed to be?

No. I am what I make myself. If I choose to make myself a strong, smart, independent person, then who are they to judge me? I'm sorry if when you first saw me, you figured I was a bitch. I hope you no longer think that of me.

My outer appearence doesn't define who I am. If you wonder why "love" doesn't come as easily to me, it's because i'm waiting and healing. I'm healing my emotional wounds that Ridley carved when he killed my parents. I waiting on someone to fall for me without caring what I look like. Maybe that's why I took to the suit so fondly.

When I finally did reveal the blond woman behind the helmet, I recieved attention from the males tht I didn't get before. So, if they couldn't love me without the skin-tight blue suit and long blond hair, then what makes them fit for me now? I want someone to see me for what I am on the inside.

Is that too much to ask?