Each week, Qu3pid Notes asks it's female readers who are aspiring models and/or looking for exposure to send in a picture with a short bio either via twitter or email and a panel of judges decide's to pick a beauty of the week based on looks and personality. We then acknowledge them on our website for the entire week.
This week's winner is: Tiana Davis. Read more about her inside.
Nickname: MonWhoa
Age: 22
Hometown: Kansas City, MO
Current City: San Francisco, CA
Bust: 32 C
Waist: 28
Hips: 35
Shoe: 8.5/9
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Short
Hobbies: Poetry, Dance, Photography, Music, Track and Field, Sports
Bio: A recent graduate from Louisiana Tech University. I received my bachelors in Sociology
and graduated Cum Laude. I am a girl from the suburbs with big dreams. My entire life has
been dedicated to working hard and being an example to other young women and to show them
that anything is possible, nothing is ever out of reach or unattainable. I am currently a graduate
student at the University of San Francisco in the Sport Management program.
Credits: Marcel Yanez, D.C. Winston, Ken Centauri, Archer Photography, Garon Films, Aaron J
Cox, Speedcity Car Show, Jason Shutterboy
She's not just beauty either. Here's one of poems titled: Wishful Thinking
To look into someone's eyes and realize to your surprise
That you see yourself, and they see you and no one else
How comforting to feel the breeze wafting lazily through the trees
And smell the sting of honeybees pollinating merrily
To feel their touch you love so much
The rush of blood that makes you blush that crimson red
That breath of life when all felt dead, and cold
To think of growing old with them but then again, maybe not
To love a little, or to like a lot
Is it the reality or just the thought, of feelings borrowed, affection bought
But not through monetary exchange, though the cost of love is high, there is much to gain
At first glance all that was old feels new
Renovated
Rejuvenated. Like there's another hue to you
Until you peel back that exterior and see the interior for what it really is
A facade, he was never yours and you were never his
You look down at the ground at the tears
As they rush to the surface, all your fears
A whirlwind romance, you look back at the memories, blinking
All the signs were there, but you were too busy dreaming
Wishful thinking
Though the pain is strong your will is stronger
He wasn't the one. No worries. Just wait a little longer
Make sure you check her out on twitter: @iBite_Lipz