I am not the color of my hair (lord knows i've dyed it so many times before anyways).
I am not the color of my skin (I didn’t choose it).
I am not the color of my eyes (they seem more appropriate on my dad’s face anyways).
I am not the size of my love handles (its no one’s business that they might flow over the top of my pants, thank you).
I am not the body that squeezes into black jeans (yes I wear the same pants almost twice every week).
I am not a piece of ass (when I make out with someone it is just as much of my choice as it was theirs).
I am not.
I am the way I laugh (even when my friends copy it and laugh at it).
I am the happiness I feel listening to Hungry like the Wolf by Duran Duran (it makes me feel all excited and inspired).
I am the belief that I am asexual (the fact that pours out of my mouth often enough when i'm drunk).
I am the depression I felt when I was younger (I’ve moved on but its still a part of who I am now).
I am everything ive learned (thanks teach).
I am everything ive seen (even the things I don’t remember seeing).
I don’t always know who I am. But I’m finding it out. I promise.