You are not your age, nor the size of the clothes you wear, you are not a weight or the colour 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 you speak. You are the things that you believe in and the people that you love.
You are made of such much beauty, but it seems that you forgot.
When you decided you were defined, by all the things you are not.