I am an introvert. I am a dreamer. I am brave. I am unwritten. I am titanium. I'm easy like Sunday morning. I'm into you. I'm just out to find the better part of me, I'm more than a bird, more than a plane, more than some pretty face beside a train. I'm beautiful in my way, I'm on the right track, I was born this way. I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell. I am a friend, a companion, a listener, a reader, a believer, and a sister. I am my parent's daughter. I've got duties, responsibilities, and expectations. I am what I am. "I'm trying not to exist, I'm trying to belong. I am not a has-been. I am a will-be."
They don’t know your goals.
They don’t have your passion.
They don’t share your dedication.
They don’t make your sacrifices.
They don’t suffer your consequences.
They don’t get your results.
They don’t have your strength or courage.
They don’t know whats best for you.
We’ve come to expect impossible, even improbable standards of beauty to populate our magazines and our television shows. It’s another thing entirely to find they’ve invaded our workplace.
Albert Camus, The Stranger