I like me for the me I made up in my head.

The one that can stand up for what she believes in.

The one that can pronounce yolk without the "L" the first time correctly.

The one that will remember to do all of her homework without the reminder of her mothers say so.

The one that will reach all of her goals no matter what obstacle life throws at her.

But until then,

I know that I can love the me that walks into things.

The me that trips when nothing is in her way.

The me that will eventually get up after her fall.

The me that knows nothing is wrong with being different.

The me that will do anything to prove her point.

The me that isn't afraid of what's ahead of her.