I Am Not

I am not from "the hood", "the hicktown", nor the city. I am not Hispanic, African, European. I am not a star athlete, a top student of my class, and I most certainly am not an extraordinary person. I am, however, five foot five, one hundred and twenty pounds, brown hair, hazel eyes, from a one-story home where nobody is perfect yet everybody is expected to be perfect. What does this mean? What does it all add up to be? If you were to get to know me, you would see that I am mentally a somebody.