Photo by: Ian Keel a super bomb guy |
So I am here to say, you are not your age, or the size of the clothes you wear, You are not your weight, or the color of your hair. You are not your name, or the dimples in your cheeks. You are all the books you read, and all the words your speak. You are your croaky morning voice, and the smiles you try to hide, you are the sweetness in your laughter, and every tear you have cried. You are the songs you sing so loudly when you know you are all alone, and the places you have been to, especially home. You are the things you believe in, and the people that you love. You are the bright memories you create and the future you dream of. You are made of so much beauty that you have seem to forgot when you decided that you were defined, by society. You have beauty that society will never see, because they are too cowardly to go beyond just what they see. They do not have the mental capacity to handle such an stunning human being.