You.

You are not the measurement of your waist

Or the amount of calories in your lunch

You are not the color of your hair growing

Reaching out for the bright warmth of sunlight

You are not your GPA

Or the size of your nose

You are not the freckles on your face

Scattered like fallen leaves in Autumn

You are not the number on the scale

You are not your name

You are not the highlights in your hair

And you’re not just a pretty face

You are not how fast you run

Or how slow you eat

You are, however the words you speak

You are the smiles you try to hide, and your messy morning hair

You are the places you find beautiful, the place you call home

You are the things that you believe in

You are the posters in your bedroom

You are the song you sing when you know you are alone

You are the breath you take before you speak

You are your favorite book

It seems like you’ve forgotten, You are so much beauty

So why did you decide to define yourself by the things you’re not?