I realize now, that I have spent so much time studying people and wanting to blend in because I didn't know who else to be. 
I was waiting on someone to pull me out of the crowd, and love me, want me, and accept me for me.
And now, having become stronger through heartache and pain, like the best of us do…I discovered the truth. 
Through all the people I have lost, the people who have left me and broken my heart, 
wearing my grass stained jeans and feeling incomplete, I found that the reason I was never good at blending in. 
The reason I couldn’t hide in the shadows of my friends was very simply because, I was born to stand out.

Not in the way of being extraordinary, or exceedingly talented…just in the way I move everyday, and the way my mind works. 
I’m excited and passionate. I am eagerly impatient. I love to play at all times. 
I may not sing loud, dance on the streets or flaunt my art but I am always changing, always creating, always celebrating and dreaming. 
I am also often furious and distraught. I am happy and sad at the same time. Equally. I am total organized chaos. 
My feelings are raw and true. I love in such a way I am often burned by my own fire. 
I'm inexplicably needy and confused… but also dramatically neither. 

I believe I felt so with and without for so many years that I was often unable to see my own reflection. 
And on those days when I open my eyes, when I silence the villain in my head…the truth stares straight back at me: 
I am the hero of my story and I don't need to be saved.