My stauesque body and defiantly high metabolism in the face of apple fritters, chocolate scones, croissants and ginger molasses cookies, my sense of fashion and color, awful spelling on the net, enormous rabbit feet, refined cooking skills, graceful makeup application, tirelessly pursuit of sushi and kaiseki, the distinct sound of my squeal when I see something cute, long, unbreakable fingernails, dreams of a better life, devotion to my Ioved ones, the sharp, cat-like singing that comes out of my mouth, the vault of classic hollywood films I keep in my house, ability to stretch a dollar, obsession with dragons, unsurpassed laziness, sense for when to utter welcoming words, a friendly smile, the heart of a cat, hyperactive imagination, knowledge of distant lands and their history, myth and works of art, love of kids, wall-to-wall collection of pullip dolls, ability to read horoscopes and tarot cards, my soft heart for a charitable cause, addiction to perscription drugs, infinite ideas that go to waste, animal conservation efforts, ability to tell a colorful story, piracy of rare films, my chicken scratch drawings and last but not least my undying adoration for Pokemon.
This is just a drop of my greatness. I shine too brightly for mere mortals, and such a vulgar display of power would be beneath me as a goddess.