I like to race boats. I like to wear Metal Mulisha. I like to wear black. I like to be a quiet person. I like to wear my make up the way I wear it. I like being the person that I am. I like that I have finally gotten the courage to be okay with the way that I am and the person that I have become in my life. Sure I hated the times when I was going through struggles. But because of those, I became stronger. I have seen a lot and at times I want to give up, but I still keep fighting forward. I am proud to be me. Maybe you will get to know me, and maybe you wont. But I refuse to change who I am for anyone, ever again.
This is me. This is the me that I want you to see. I have changed my smile so I don’t look like such a freak to you. This is the make up that everyone has told me looks the best on me, so I am never seen without it. This is the me that society has made me. Yet I am still not good enough.. when is it going to be my turn to be called beautiful? When is it going to be my turn for a guy to think that he can’t live without me? When is it my turn to be seen? When am I going to be good enough? When I am no longer me? Is that when I will be beautiful?