I am


I am young, I am Naïve, and I am gullible.

I am old, I am jaded, and I am a realist.

My traits contradict each other at every turn I take.

My hair is ratty, with multiple dead ends.

My hair is a faded purple, my roots have come in a dusty brown.

My eyes are like sunflowers against the bright green grass,

But as dull as a black abyss.

My skin is as creamy as whipped cream, but my body is as lumpy as sour dough.

My cheek bones could cut wood.

I am short, I don’t look like much.

But I am fierce; my ferocity makes up for the lost height.

My smile is not beautiful, my teeth are not white.

I have gaps between my teeth, they are tinged slightly yellow.

I wear oversized sweatshirts and sweatpants.

All these things I’ve named about me,

They may seem like flaws,

But these are the things I enjoy about myself.

I am not a fragile flower; I am not a blonde princess.

I am misguided, I am young, and I am full of life.

I am a tiger in the wild plains that you’ve only seen pictures of.


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741