For some reason, way back when, I saved this. It struck me this morning, after a "restless" night, just how appropriate it is for me now.
I don’t have a
masculine build anymore, no appealing abs or a flat stomach. I am far from
being considered handsome, but I am
me. I eat food. I have some flab. Probably more fat than I should. I have scars because I have a history. Some people love me, some like me, some hate
me. I have done good. I have done bad. I love my shorts and flip flops, and
sometimes I go without shaving. I don’t
need to go to the barber anymore. I am
random and crazy. I don’t pretend to be
someone I’m not. I am who I am. You can love me or not. I won’t change! And if I love you, I do it with all my
heart. I make no apologies or excuses
for the way I am.