We search our whole lives for who we are and what defines us.
We search for a way to accurately depict ourselves
because by knowing who we are we know how we work.
I am more than my mixed race, my female gender, my commendable grades, or anything else
that we deem appropriate to define a person’s worth.
Although these are who I am, they are not all that I am.
I am a culmination of all my past experiences and emotions.
I ascertained that I am emotional when I discovered that I cry very easily.
I discovered that I am innovative when I invented my own pastry dish.
I found that I am talented when I stared at my fingers in awe after playing an elaborate piece.
I learned that I am staid in my beliefs when they were tested.
I am my mother’s hard-headedness and eyes
and my father’s care and heart.
I am blunt, yet I can speak with eloquence.
I am talented, yet I am still a student.
At times, I talk too much, I am too hard on myself, and I doubt my abilities.
I am imperfect, but I am proud of who I am and how I define myself.