I am not a number
I am not my age
I am not my shoe size
My weight
My height
I am not the color of my hair
I am not my freckles
Or my scars
I am not my hazel eyes
That no one has ever
Romanticized
I am not my nose
I am not my thin stomach
Or my fat thighs
I am the books I read
I am the words I speak
I am all of my croaky “I love you"s in the morning
I am my smiles that I desperately try to hide
I am the reasons I'm alive
I am my queer laughter
And all of the tears that I’ve cried
I am the songs that I sing loudly
When I know I’m alone
I am the places that I’ve been to
And the places I call home
I am the things I’m passionate about
Even if it’s about how green beans and cheese should never mix
And all of the people I love
I am the future that I dream of
But I guess I forgot
Because I started by defining myself
By the things I am not
And you did too
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