A beautiful woman in her home
Stella Radisson happened to be sitting down by herself in her apartment lost in an old photo album. She loved sitting on this particular couch that was nestled between a blushing pink heart-shaped wall clock and a beautiful French window with lavender curtains that she picked herself. Stella may have chosen to live in a little studio, but she took the trouble to ensure that her little hangout was well-decorated and cute overall.
She wanted her cubby little hole in the wall to be a place she could call home. As someone born in a well-to-do family and was over-protected as a teenager, she was now 20. She had always wanted her own way. She reminisced about the times when as a gawky kid, she did have a couple of awkward moments. But Stella was a fighter. She felt she was evolving. A little more every day.
Stella was also a nerd. She seemed to want out of the restrictive upbringing that she had. But as she reclined a little on the comfy pale blue suede couch, she ran her hands over its soft surface and realized that living on her own terms was not going to be as easy as she thought. Even as a kid she realized, she always took a back seat. Not that she didn’t know how to get around, it was just that things always moved a little slow in her life, and on her own, she would have to try and adjust to the big bad world.
Stella had a picture of Jesus Christ on her wall. In it he looked a lot like the handsome George Harrison. She always secretly admired the Lord, and felt for the marks in his feet and hands. Stella Radisson knew finding her own voice would be liberating after her rocky homework homework-laden childhood.
She also knew as she felt the overly soft surface of the very blue sofa that she was literally drowning in, that ‘it was a big bad world’ and some of the things she had learned about life, were going to help her, as a person. And she had to be the parent now. At least to herself. And be there for herself too.
Stella got off the comfy couch and decided to do a little hard work. She decided to get some sunflower crackers and baked beans that she had kept in her pantry. Better believe it, Stella knew that fitness was all about eating healthy. She was aware that weight loss was easier if you ate reasonably and healthily. Stella’s social media was filled with pictures of tasty-looking salads. Just so you felt drawn to cook them, and less attracted to the cold but ancient pizza that was also in the fridge but left untouched.
Stella looked in the mirror at her reflection. She saw her beautiful blonde hair. There was more to her seemingly infantile blue eyes, and that they were actually really deep and almost piercing. Her lips were full and cute, but Stella preferred to be a gloss girl. Stella knew in spite of her androgyny that nothing took the place of grooming, and it was the way ahead when it came to keeping up appearances. Girls who didn’t overly groom were seen as losers, a lesson all people knew in the Big City. It totally helped if you knew to be who you were in the way you dressed, too. Spoke tons about the person.
Stella put a little foundation on her skin, her usual sticky long-wear lipgloss and a little smudged kohl. She tied her hair neatly behind her head but let her bangs frame her face so she still looked like a nymph even though a little reserved. After throwing on a skin-toned cardigan and skinny jeans, she decided to go to the nearby coffee shop that she loved. There she got inspiration for her content writing gigs and simply loved the environment. Stella Radisson liked the work-from-home ideology, and she also loved writing her heart out because writers were different. Also, her first book ‘Conversations for Shy People’ was just published and was doing pretty well. Little did Stella know, that she was going to have a conversation with someone in the near future that would make her dreams a reality.
