originally uploaded by poveralice.
standing tall now, so headstrong.
i don't know why you keep saying i'm wrong.
i wont let you tell me i'm broken.
i simply refuse to see
everything i have worked to be
as a problem.
i'm proud of who i am, i'm proud of how i care. i'm proud of who i'm becoming and what i have accomplished.
i like me and i'm finally comfortable in my own skin - how is that not an accomplishment?
i hope to be flexible enough to know when complacency is not an option, but can't i be allowed to rest?
can't i be allowed
to be proud?
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