I am so much more than the body I live in

I am so much more than my scars

And my pimples

And the gaps between my teeth

My bones, which poke through my skin

I am so much more than my imperfections

I am my voice

My skills

My efforts

My kindness

My meanness

I am the pictures I’ve painted

I am the songs I’ve written

The gifts I’ve given

The jokes I’ve made

The poems I’ve written

The music I practice

The things I’ve thought

The drawings I’ve spent hours on

The clothes I’ve bought

And the books I’ve read

The stories I’ve made

I am the laughs I’ve laughed,

The tears I’ve cried

Happy, and sad