CONVERSATIONS WITH MYSELF #1: Who are you? How would you describe yourself?

I am De-Anthia Michelle Johnson. I am an American born and Bahamian raised beautiful black woman. Ive lived in 2 countries and 3 states. Ive met, touched and been touched by many people from many different walks of life. 
I am a daughter, sister, lover and friend.
I am a creator; I am an actor, writer, model and artist. 
Everyday is a lesson and everyday I grow. I would describe myself as a realist. I accept what things presently are and do my best if need be to make things better. 
I am passionate and emotional. I identify my emotions, and the reasons behind them very quickly and I don't hesitate to express myself. 
I am very independent. In some aspects I'm selfish and in others Im selfless. I can be the support system or the supported. I try my best to always help and shine a light on those around me. I am the old, the new, the broken and the fixed. 
I am GOLDEN...The woman that rose from the ashes of my past. 
GOLDEN, the solution. 
GOLDEN, the vision that is set in motion. 
The carefree, no boundaries, and the explicit. 


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