Who am I?

I am my fears, my loves, my dreams.

I am not my scars or 20 milligrams of Prozac a day.

I am the freckles I get on my face when I stay in the sun too long.

I am not the latest grade I got on a test.

I am not defined by any number; space is not defined by the number of stars we can see in the sky.

I am the light you see in my eyes.

I am not by BMI or weight, my stretch marks, or my acne; I am not my body, I am my soul.

I am the songs I sing in the shower after studying for finals.

I will not be defined by beauty standards.

I am beauty.

I am not the amout of tears I have cried.

I am the color of the sky on a sunny day.

I am joy, pride, and flawless creation. 

You are who you say your are; so make it worth worthwhile.