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Definitions.

I am not the curves of my body.

I am not the clothes that I put on to hide those curves.

I am not the person you think I am when those clothes do not do an adequate enough job for your liking.

I am not what you think about me.

I am not what you say about me.

 

I am not this outer shell that you see.

I am not my sexuality.

I am not any of those things you use to label me.

 

I am smart, sometimes capable.

I am thoughtful, sometimes brilliant.

I am sarcastic, sometimes caustic.

I am phenomenally woman.

But what I am is not any of those things.

 

I am not my thoughts.

I am not my jokes.

I am not my words or even my actions.

I am not any of the things I use to label myself.

 

What I am runs so much deeper.

If you get to know me,

Draw me out of my core,

You might be able to see it.

You'll know when you've caught a glimpse.

The indestructible, indescribable..

The exquisite, the beautiful...

The part of me that has always been and will always be.

The part of me that lends everything to itself.

 

So don't try to describe who I am.

Don't try to label me.

I am not a convenient definition for you understand.

I am so much more.

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