Apparently I am suppose to be able to define myself to the reader. Here is an attempt:

I am Ali. I like to read, write, eat amazing food and have an unrelenting sweet tooth. I’ve skied since I could walk. I enjoy engaging in conversation over drinks; my favorite topics include biology, evolution, psychology, philosophy and their interplay with society and politics.

I will use statements that people have said directly to me over the years, as to my character: “You talk all smart”, “You’re pretty white for being Hispanic”, “You are a bitch”, “I like your mind”, “You are fucking crazy”, “You’re stupid”, “You are beautiful”, “You are funny, sometimes”, “You look so exotic”, “You can lift weights pretty good — for a girl”, “You are selfish”, “You are a liar”, “Damn, you are a good cook”, “You’re a good friend”, “You are so spoiled”, “You have crazy eyes”.

I am human. I am an evolution of all the experiences, good and bad, that have happened to me, because of me, outside of me. In my past I have done things and said things completely opposing to the things I do and say now. I have learned, I have grown, I have accepted that I am human.