The Character of Me

If I were a character in a movie, who would I be?

Am I the girl who cowers in the corner and screams at the first sign of danger, or am I the woman with a tight outfit, gun strapped to her leg and mischievous glint in her eye, ready to play the hero?

Am I the outwardly-perfect girlfriend who the protagonist can never truly love, or am I the exotic, adventurous newcomer who opens his eyes to the world and what true love means?

Am I the small-town hopeful who desperately wishes that her dreams would come and find her, or am I the strong-minded career woman who seeks out her ambitions and makes them into reality?

The average woman faded into the background, or the superhero with powers beyond comprehension?

The self-conscious complainer who puts herself down, or self-confident athlete who could care less what the world thinks of her?

The prey, or the predator?

I know what it is that I want to be, and what I hope someday to become. I want to be the woman that other girls can admire, look up to and strive to be. I want to be the lead.

I know what it is that I want.

But which am I?