I am me. I’m not skinny. My grades aren’t that great sometimes. I rather stay in and watch Netflix all day rather than go out and get drunk and come stumbling home in the wee hours of the morning. I laugh. I cry. I get scared. I worry. I get tired. I get stressed. I get jealous. I sleep in late. I’m some girl in college that’s scared of what is going to happen after graduation. Sometimes I eat too much. Sometimes I eat too little. I’m not ashamed to say that. I’m not perfect in any way, shape, or size.

I am me. I get scared I annoy people when I text them and I don’t hear back from them after a while. I worry I did something to upset them. I get this fear that they don’t want to talk to me anymore. That I’m a burden to them. And that they’re constantly mad at me. It isn’t a pleasant feeling.

I am me. I have my own problems. I fix my problems. Sometimes, it’s harder than it’s supposed to be. But they eventually get fixed in some way.

I am me. I get cranky. I’m stubborn. Sometimes I’m not easy to work with. Sometimes I just want to be left alone for a couple of hours. It’s just who I am.

I am me. I get lazy. I don’t want to do anything. I just want to relax and do my own thing for a while.

I am me. I’m awkward. I’m shy. I get social anxiety. I hide behind my phone.

I am me. I’m self-conscious. I don’t believe when people call me ‘pretty,’ ‘cute,’ or ‘beautiful.’ In my eyes, I don’t see it. Sorry to inform.

I am me. I’m sensitive. I get emotional. I’m sorry I can’t please you every second of every day.

I am me. Boy, am I scared and worried about getting a job in the field I’m majoring in. I don’t know if my work will be good enough to strive in the field. I could do amazingly, but I can also do very poorly.

I am me. I’m not the best, but I’m also not the worst. I have my good days. And I have my bad days. You can do whatever the hell you want with your life. And I’ll do whatever the hell I want with my life. You can’t stop me. And I won’t be stopping you.

I am me. I have my own unique voice. I have my own unique opinions. I have my own stories. I have my own memories. I have my own friends. I have my own knowledge.

I am me. I am the very best I can be. And sometimes, me being at my very best isn’t acceptable by outside viewers.

I am me. I try my very best. I try to succeed. I try to get good grades.

I am me. And I am not changing for anyone. I can work on myself, but I am not changing. I am myself. And myself is who I want to be. Not what you want me to be. Not what society wants me to be. I am me. I do me. I will always do me.