C+ at best
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Above all else, I am average.
I was born female
I’m bad at math
My communication skills are beyond low
I have horrible asthma
My eyesight is worse than my great-grandmothers
I throw up before every oral presentation without fail
I don’t know what anatomy is when I draw
I can’t remember the dates of anything in history
My thesis statements are rocky at best
I can’t love people like normal people do
I don’t like sex
The insomnia is real in my life
“That”
Blood coats my fingertips, and I don’t know how to get it to stop
I always look like I’m about to cry, and most of the time, I am
I don’t talk a lot
But who ever said there was anything wrong with average?
I bind my chest back until I can hardly breathe and call myself he
I can convert pound to ounces and accurately divide recipes
I don’t have a lot of friends, but I have a few that I trust
I get out of breath walking home, but I always make it home okay
I can see any side of any argument, and remain unbiased despite my bad eyes
I always get up and do the oral presentation on time
I have a unique art style
I always remember what happens during time periods in history, just not the date
I am an excellent creative writer
I am aromantic, and that is okay
I am asexual, and that is okay
I can achieve great things while I’m awake at night
I am a boy. I go by “he”. I wear the words “it” ,“that”, and “thing” as armor so they cannot hurt me
My anxiety bites at my fingertips, but they can still grasp my pen
I have horrible depression, but I will overcome it
I don’t speak a lot, but my words are always powerful
I’m not perfect
I work my ass off to just be average
But nobody said there was anything wrong with average
I am average, and I am flawless
Because those are two separate things you can be at the same time