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I’m not perfect. I never have been and I never will be. I’m not gonna try, ‘cause the more I try, the harder I fail and I’m sick of failing. I’m not beautiful, I’m not skinny, I’m not athletic, I’m not any of those. My hair is never right, my clothes are always wrinkled and I see only the bad in myself, but I am loved. I think sometimes I forget that. But slowly, surely, thanks to the most amazing friends in the world, I’m beginning to remember and I’m beginning to realize that. They don’t expect me to be perfect. That expect me to be who I am, wrinkled clothes, fluffy, squishy body and crazy hair… but most of all, I know that I can give them all the love I possess and I can be sure that they’ll return it.