This is me NAKED. I decided to write down a few things I felt were truly ME, 100% honest and although I may not like it, still remains true.
The one who will run through the snow barefoot, if need be, to get the last word in as a car pulls away.
The one who discusses philosophy with store clerks, and engages in childish antics with doctors, lawyers and educators.
I am that girl who has an elastic band on her wrist in every formal picture, just waiting for an opportunity to sweep her hair into a ponytail.
The one who can never smile for real in a photograph.
I am that girl who is far too opinionated for her own (or anyone's) good, who struggles every day to reserve her words for situations in which they will actually be helpful.
The one who has five hundred friends and no friends on any given day.
The one who is motivated by an inextricable conglomeration of love, guilt, peace and unrest.
I am that girl who makes enemies with the same words by which she makes friends, with others and with herself.
The one who can talk for five hours straight to a rediscovered friend, and who can't talk for five minutes straight with the God who never left her side.
The one whose balance tips precariously from blessing to cursing and back again within a single day.
I am that girl who knows herself inside and out, and has only yet begun to discover who she actually is.
The one who can convince herself and anyone else of anything, with an arsenal of words and an ounce of charisma.
The one who lives out assurance and fear with each breath, and declares freedom and bondage with each thought.