I am strong yet vulnerable.

I was a wrestler, bumps and bruises littered my body.

That was not why I cried.

I was a dancer, I suffered strains and sprains, aches and pains.

That was not why I cried.

I was alone, african american surrounded by caucasians.

That was not why I cried.

I had anxiety.

That is why I cried.

I cried but I was not fragile.

I am strong but not as vulnerable anymore.

I have overcome my anxiety.

I am now just a wrestler, dancer, and proud african american.

Anxiety does not define me.

I cry but I am strong.