Today I realized I like being me. Just me; no one else. There are plenty of things I admire about other people, but I thought what I would be like if I were like them. I wouldn't be me.

It would be fun to pretend I was a pirate, or to always go to Neverland. Sometimes I do. Most of the time though, that's not me.

Parts of me wish I was carefree and crazy spontaneous. Sometimes I am. That's alright.

And sometimes I wish I had that flawless, airbrushed skin... The kind you see on some girls naturally and others, only after they have spent 30 minutes in the mirror applying foundation and other products.

If my skin were flawless/airbrushed perfectly, I wouldn't be reminded of the skin my daddy and my nana gave me. I wouldn't have to learn to accept myself and love myself for whatever odd textures or shades my face may have from one day to the next. Or, If i applied make-up every day, I'd be lying to the world..Lying to myself... and also not accepting me. I have make-up yes; it's me on my rebellious days. >-<>

Lets pretend I were one of the many naturally gifted people in academics, arts, music etc. If I were, I wouldn't appreciate my Bs as much or my As as much. I can still appreciate those who have that talent of getting the straight As without much to any effort at all. It's beautiful for the GPA! Without that talent though, I can appreciate the hard work, studying or practice, and that self-discipline that makes me a better person and that pays off in the end.

Oh, and I enjoy the outdoors and wearing regular t-shirts, with my good ol' sneakers. Climbing trees, sitting on the ground in random places, laying in the middle of the street with my auntie. I like horses and I don't mind mucking, I'll jump in a creek or a pond and i'm not scared of seaweed... I also like nice blouses,pencil skirts, fun dresses and modest clothes, and a cute pair of heels. I like scarves, books, reading, and taking notes.

yup.

I like me.