Dear those who try to judge a book by its' cover,
I am an individual.
Individual/: indəˈvij(o͞o)əl/:677Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiod9HviE9Q
(noun)
-a single human being, distinct from a group, class, or family.
(Adj)
-Single, separate, independent. 677Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRdhSwAX1a1
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Got it? Good, let's elaborate.
I am not my skin color. Melanin, or lack thereof, does not define a person. I am not the reflection of light upon my iris, I am not the color wavelengths of my hair or my eyes. I am not the pitch of my voice, or the way that I talk, or the slang that I use. 677Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxIS6tOVloy
I am not the ideas that you have associated with my race. And guess what? To associate the shades of my skin with who I am is racist. 677Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqbF82eWRPH
I am not my height, I am not the length of my arms. I am not the puffy, chubby parts of my stomach, and I am not the collarbones and the ribs that keep visible over layers of clothing. I am not the length of my clothes and I am not defined by how much skin I choose to show. I am not my make-up, I am not my acne scars that it covers. I am not my body hair, and I am not clean-shaven skin. 677Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJWSD8YzRNS
You have associated my gender, or what you perceive to be my gender, with who I am. You have created a box for my gender to fit into, and you criticize when I cut a hole through the box to let the light into my world. I will not allow you to box up my life. 677Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO5hpAXlZei
I am not my parents, and I am not my parental issues. I not a rebellious teen and I am not the star pupil. I am not just an athlete, and I am not just a lazy slob. I may be smart or I may be stupid, but my intelligence does not define me. I am not my sibling that have come before me and I do no influence what my siblings to come will do. I am not my siblings, or my ancestors, because I am an individual. I am not the money I come from or the poverty I live in. I am not the size of my house, and I am not the postcode I live in. I am an individual.
I am not my anxiety, and I am not my manic mood swings. I am not my lows, and I am not my highs. I am not bitten fingernails, and I am not chapped lips. I am not broken skin, I am not bloody fingertips. I am not the scars that stain deep into my skin and I am not the months of healing it takes to fade them completely. I am not my disabilities, and I am not my abilities. I am not the tear stained eyes and I am not the secrets that spill from my lips. 677Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ0wRyvxPmo
To tell me I am so is to completely overlook my personality, and to rather judge me on my faults. I may break down, but I will not allow it to embarrass me, for doing so would give you the satisfaction of believing you were right about me, and you are very wrong. You are very wrong, because I am not always these things, and you cannot know what I am without knowing who I am. You cannot know who I am before exploring the galaxies I hold behind my eyelids and the universe I hide deep within my heart. I am not just these things, I am not easy definitions.
As a matter of fact, I am combinations of all of these. Each of these, separate from one another, because they are independent factors, and they do not relate. And often times, I am none of these, because people are fluid creatures. To be one thing does not automatically make me another. I am an individual. I am the lack of many things and the amalgamation of many others, and these things can change. 677Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ45GjiXxswm
These things are individual, because I am individual.
Fucking mind-blowing, I know. What a crazy world we live in, what a time to be alive, huh?
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