Me

I am unique. I am different. I am proud. Not too proud, though. No, you see, that would be what you would call a vain or immodest person; or perhaps even exaggerated.

I am a dancer. Not the kind that takes classes and wears sparkly outfits. I am a dancer of soul, passion, and love. One who dances freely; wherever, whenever. Call me what you want; but don’t tell me I’m not a dancer just because I don’t take classes. I am MY kind of dancer.

I am not perfect. I am not flawless. I was born this way. Do not judge. Why, you ask? Well, simply look around. No one is perfect; we are all equal.

I am a singer. I practice until I can’t practice anymore; passionate about what I do. I sing until my vocal chords are about to snap. I am not a “try hard”, or a so called “over achiever”. I merely work for what I want.

Lastly, I am me. I am strong, yet weak. Bold, yet afraid. My heart is light, yet heavy. I am like a turtle; the candy, of course; Hard on the outside, soft on the inside. Don’t ask why. It’s who I am. As I said before: no one is perfect.