I’m not perfect. I don’t know everything. I haven’t been through enough to be wise. I have an eye that opens a bit more than the other. I get a nervous tick when around people I don’t know.
I’m not perfect. I stutter when intimidated. I burn myself in the kitchen often. I have bad hair days. I shut those around me out.
I’m not perfect. I push love away. I’m clumsy. I’m incredibly stubborn. I have to read material at least a dozen times before it can click.
I’m not perfect, and that’s okay. I’m honest. I’m loyal. I’m supportive. I’m accepting. I don’t want to be perfect; I want to be aware of my flaws. I want to accept them. I want to be able to love myself wholeheartedly, in order to fully love others.
I am a sophomore at the University of Central Florida, majoring in Health Sciences. My true passion lies in mental health awareness, being a self-love advocate, writing, music, and helping others. Mental Health and Feminism editor for SASP Chapter.