who-i-am

And I wasn__ playing a role _ I was trying to be myself.But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that __yself_ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles...

In that moment, I felt differently to myself yet the essence of who I really was.Like a perfect state of balance.

This is me today, but take heed; it is not the same me as yesterday, and it will not be the same me tomorrow.

My thoughts and actions made me who I am.

You opinions about me does not change who I am.

I grabbed hold of my Divergence like it was a hand outstretched to save me. I needed that word to tell me who I was when everything else was coming apart around me. But now I'm wondering if I need it anymore, if we ever really need these words, 'Dauntless,' 'Erudite,' 'Divergent,' "Allegiant,' or if we can just be friends or lovers or siblings, defined instead by the choices we make and the love and loyalty that binds us.

I will never be someone's last choice, second option, narcissistic supply, doormat, ego booster, sidekick, secret, last time or after thought. I am a Daughter of God that stands for truth. I know my beauty, my talents, my accomplishments, what I have to offer and who leads my life purpose: my Heavenly Father. But, most of all I know my value and I will never let any man define my worth.

I am living a simple life with a complicated mind and I have yet to find a state of mind where I feel safe with who I am, where I am, with what I do.

Without adversity, we never find who we are.

You possess great strength, great spirit and great soul.

I am a living breathing word of GOD.

A human. A bystander. A person who is not you, him or her, just me. Living under this timeless sky; never changing sky. Waiting unknowing for the day I die.

Don't like me for what I am.Just like me for who I am.

The Spirit filters through what I want and shows me who I am.

I don__ want to...be like this,_ I whispered as I looked away, and once I said it, I didn__ even want to take the words back. A weird sensation hit me, almost like...like relief. That didn__ make sense. Or did it? __ don__ like who I am.__y gaze returned to his, and the concern was still there, filling his hazel eyes and thinning out his mouth. Tears crawled up the back of my throat. Humiliating actually, to admit something so intimate like that, but now I wasn__ the only one who knew this about myself. It wasn__ my secret.__t__ okay. You__e not going to feel that way forever._ Rider smoothed his thumb along my jaw. I closed my eyes, wanting to believe him. Needing to. He kept his voice low as he spoke. __othing lasts forever, Mouse.

It is who you are that matters and not how you look.

I fit perfectly within my vibration. I am wholly complete in the knowledge that I am who I am supposed to be!

Accept me for who I am.