I am more than dress and voice.

I am more than heels and hips.

I express anger. I express kindness.

Sometimes I’m right. Other times I’m wrong.

I take long showers. I welcome deep thoughts.

I don’t live a champagne-lifestyle on a coke-budget.

I won’t do aso-ebi to win brownie points.

I won’t dance attendance to gain acceptance.

I enjoy the right to click No to things that don’t align with my purpose.

I am your five-year old today, cute, prim, proper, makes no trouble.

I am the opinionated cheerleader, belle of the party, tomorrow, running things.

I am not pretending. I am only enjoying the various shades of me.

I could be goofy and juvenile. I get moody and pensive too.

I could feel alone in a company. I could party all day by myself.

I don’t have to be touched to be known. I don’t have to be felt to be seen.

I am aware of my past. I understand my present and I am excited about my future.

I choose the unconventional, I relish the traditional.

I am unpredictable but not unruly.

I am unpretentious, yet unrelenting in my love.

I don’t want perfect, I want honest.

I don’t want perfect. I just want honest.