So I'm not pretty.
So I'm not smart.
So I'm not me?
As a female, young adult, a 17 year old. Society defines me for what I am not who. I am not me. The standards of perfection is far fetched. I am imperfection...wait no I am imperfection at it's finest. So maybe I don't have the pretties smile. I know it's me and nothing but me. So maybe my GPA isn't the highest. I know I am wise beyond my age. No one defines me but me. I was born not to please you or uphold your standards. I I did I wouldn't be me, I would be you. Someone who isn't me. I love my self just the way I am, a 17 year old, young adult female.


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