Our identity is definitely worth fighting. Because that is who you are and you need to express that. You shouldn't have to change how you look or what you act like in fornt of other people because it isn't you. It means that you're constantly having to change in fornt of people and it's a lot of work. One day, you might even forget who you are, changing your life completely.


List poem
Messy Poofy Dark Dark Brown Hair
Occasional strands of red hair bleached by the sun
Blue Polo shirt with a panther logo on the top right
Rolled up sleeves under a white, blue and yellow Letterman jacket
Claire on the top right and 14 on the bottom right of the jacket
a purple “I <3 Harry” wristband on my wrist
Pink and Blue Nails saying “ I <3 1D :)”
Some freckles here and there across my arm. and some on my cheeks
Dark Brown eyes.
Short, chubby fingers
Legs longer than my body
Scraped knee
Some old leech bits on my ankle
Little reminders written on my left hand
A little bit of my hair tied back in the middle
Purple hair tie
Black shorts
Nothing in the left pocket but an iPod in my right
Non Pierced ears
Little scars from soccer on my legs
Birthmark on my right thigh
White and blue puma socks
Little short hairs growing on my legs barely showing
Empty back pockets
The blue heart on my 4th finger on my right hand slightly smooshed
White and Blue shoes with a neon yellow shoelace.
THATS ME :D

Where I'm from
I am from singing the sound of music in public to playing imaginary games in secret hiding spots
I am from High School Musical and the Powerpuff girls
From Friends, Disney Princesses and Hannah Montana
I am from provoking my brother to cuddling him at night
I am from Pokemon, The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy and That’s SO Raven
From the teletubbies, Unfabulous and Ben 10

I am from the Jonas Brother’s, attempting to scare my family everyday and suspenders
I am from falling sick every time it was time for ballet
I am from crying in most movies, giving my brother a zig-zagged haircut and fractured bones
I am from soccer and running around like a maniac
I am from it’s amazing you’re still alive and learning how to spell idiot at the age of 2 or 3
I am from ice cream, popsicles and the breeze of the AC

I am from hot tubs and freezing outdoor pools
I am from plastic snowball makers and snowball fights
I am from the smell of a hotel to the smell of my brother’s farts
I am from hot chocolate and marshmallows, spaghetti and crab cakes
I am from building forts, building sand-castles and building snowmen
I am from One Direction and The Wanted
I am from those moments,
them being pages that make a book of me