Self Portrait of Dalia Clemente
I am the child of myself. I am the missing dwarf, you know the forgetful one. I am an even 5 feet. I am a chubby curly haired wild child who believes in flower power and originality or in other words " To thy own self be true." I have a color of dark chocolate for my hair and an even darker chocolate color for my eyes. Just like the country I am from I am reminiscent of the sandy beaches. I have the voice of a little mouse. To remind me of my ancestors I have the length and thickness of my Jamaican great grandmother's hair, the laugh of the Rodriguez Family and the love of the French that I got from my 3 times great French grandmother, in me. I have the imagination of a three year old. My smile is small and not big. I am a ball of giggles. I laugh at anything and everything. For my small stature I have an amazingly loud voice. People know when I am around because of it. For the opposite reason that people know that I am around, people know that I am missing. Now that I have spoken about myself from the outside I will try my best to speak about myself emotionally and mentally. I am a mainly open person with my laughter. I am hardly open with my feelings though. People tend to ask me about my feelings when I most hate it. That is usually when I am upset or extremely sad. I hate to share my feelings especially to people who ask me for them. I rather talk to somebody that doesn't know me about the problems that I am having. I hide my thoughts and emotions near a place I like to call " The Bottle." I call it this for only one reason, when I am upset I put my anger in it and cork it so that way it does not come out. This bottle will never get filled for the only reason that every one and a while, I empty it. A lot of things make me happy. My friends and family make me happy. What really makes me happy is anything dealing with Aliens or Smiley faces. What I learned about myself was that I am very weird and people like that about me. They said that " It is just me and I shouldn't change for anyone." I agree but there are sometimes that I just think I'm weird. That makes me very depressed sometimes and that is when people start asking, "What's wrong?" That gets me so furious. There are some things that get me very gloomy. Like when people talk about my father and things reminding me about father. Also people thinking of doing anything my father did. That gets me upset meaning in a melancholy way. I am emotionally stable though, at least to me. I find it hard to cry. It is harder some days more than others. I try really hard some days and that stop me from crying. To me it's weird but I guess when the time comes for me to cry I will. I just need to give it some time. There would be some days that I am very hyper and I would go a little crazy and speak extremely loud but other days I would be so lifeless that I would fall off the chair in school and I would fall asleep. I just have those two extremes of being either very hyper or very exhausted. I like that about myself. It is an exceptional life I lead. As you know looks are deceiving. People see me and think I'm small but they yet know what my wrath will hold. I know that I am exceedingly intelligent but I don't set my mind to things. I have this special ability of making everybody around me either genuinely happy or truly sad. I make people mostly happy though. I guess that's because I am who I am.