what do your descriptions of others say about yourself?

Her faint lips slightly parted, narrow woman hips below just-budding breasts. Cornsilk hair tossing on the wind, brushing against thin shoulders. One of those girls that blend into silence and walls, but she dresses well -- black and white striped scoop-neck long-sleeve tee and high-waist jeans clinging snug, soft feet in loafers. She slips through the door and down the stairs, out of my sight.