I am, I am not

I am,

not exactly who I thought i might be

I am

Not exactly what i wish i was

I am

not perfect,, shiny

I am

dented and scraped 

dragged through the mud and misshapen 

I am wonderful

because everything about me that is dirty and different

is a product of experience

every scratch is a memory

every dent is a moment

every speck of dirt and dust is time spent

with friends

with family

in love 

in pain

i am all of that

and i couldn't wish for more than that