You are not your age,

Nor the size of the clothes you wear,

You are not a weight,

or the color of your hair.

You are not your name,

Or  the dimples in your cheeks,

You are the books you read,

And all the words you speak,

You are your croaky morning voice,

And the smiles you try to hide,

You’re the sweetness in your laughter,

And every tear you’ve ever cried,

Your’re the songs you sing absentmindedly,

Or the dances you do when you’re all alone,

You’re the places that you’ve been to,

And the one that you call home,

You’re the things that you believe in,

And the people that you love,

You’re the photos in your bedroom,

And the future you dream of,

You’re the heartbreak you feel when you see something you can’t change,

And you are the strength you feel when you never give up,

You’re made of so much beauty,

But it seems that you forgot,

When you decided that you were defined,

By all the things you’re not.

-KP

 

 

 

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