I am my scars.
I am the faint gouge beside my mouth and beneath my eye.
I am the old lines of hate driven into my heart, now long faded.
I am an oxymoron.
I am an honest liar.
I am a cowardly leader.
I am an adventure.
I am hiking up the Eiffel Tower early in the morning.
I am spending three weeks tearing up the German countryside.
I am not beautiful.
I am scarred and plain.
I am choosing to be okay with that.
I am unexpected.
I am five feet and three inches of pure energy at six in the morning.
I am crying at the thought of a rose in the rain on a Tuesday.
I am human.
I am 456 mistakes.
I am losing my mind somedays.
I am a photographer.
I am choosing to see the beauty in every object and person.
I am learning to see the art where there is only mundane life.
I am history.
I am stories and experiences.
I am influenced by others.
I am competitive.
I am a national-level competitor who only knows a couple things.
I am working sixteen hours a day to make myself better.
I am a 4.0 student.
I am not a 4.0 person.
I am a homework fanatic.
I am an agriculturist.
I am raising hogs and lambs and steers and riding horses.
I am working to educate the public on the realities of agriculture.
I am a Christian.
I am not judgmental.
I am showing God's love.
I am breathing.
I am trying daily to not just survive, but to thrive.
I am living like no one else so I can be only like me.
I am more.