Male

You look at your 5'10" body in the mirror and admire the way your brown, shaggy hair hangs slightly to the side. Your view moves to your face where you look into your your own green/blue eyes. They almost seem to sparkle in the light as you smile at yourself. People have said that your eyes are almost magical in the way they catch the light. Your mother even once said she found your eyes hypnotic in the right light.

Pulling your attention away from your eyes with some ****, you continue to examine yourself critically. You really are a fine specimen of maleness. Your semi-muscular body is slightly hairy, but you have never gotten any complaints in the locker room. In fact, most people seem a bit envious of you. You can truly see why they might wish they had your body. You begin to think maybe your physique is giving you a big head. You grin sheepishly as "yo' mamma didn't raise no arrogant fool."

You finish admiring your own body and look around your room. You have not always the neatest guy in the world, but your room is not a complete mess. Sighing inwardly, you start to get ready for the day.