Who Am I?

A question I have been asking myself a lot lately. For quite some time now, I’ve felt inseparable from my insecurities, but I’m beginning to realize it’s not a trap. It’s me growing up.

I’m beginning to embrace who I am, WHO I REALLY AM, for the first time in my life and I’ve never felt better. So, you may ask, who am I?

I am first and foremost, a daughter, and a sister. I have unwavering gratitude for my supportive parents and never-fading, love and respect for my sister.

I am a student. Not only a student in a classroom setting, but practically everywhere. I learn something from absolutely everything. My mistakes, my friends mistakes, and other human’s mistakes, and I carry those lessons with me everywhere I go.

I am an observer. I watch, I listen, I pay attention to others and everything around me. I see things that some people just don’t care enough to take the time to notice.

I am patient. I don’t mind going the extra mile to make someone comfortable because I know what it’s like. I’m willing to take the time to understand them, even when others won’t.

I am a good friend. No matter how strained some of my friendships are, I continue to do all I can to maintain them. I am there, I am supportive, I am as uplifting as possible, I am honest and I am there to make them smile when they haven’t for a while, I am ALWAYS there.

I am a good person. Many people may find this to be a questionable statement, and I understand why, but I believe it is not conceited to know and accept the fact that you are a good person.

I don’t shout it off the rooftops that I’m a good person, but I do quietly remind myself of that only when people try to convince me otherwise. I show it by my actions. I do things because I believe they’re right, not to prove to the world how great I am.

I am not a good person to simply say I’m a good person because I don’t say it out loud. I have nothing to prove to everyone when it comes to my morals and actions. They’re the ones who feel they need to prove they’re good people to the rest of the world, but I don’t feel obligated to advertise my acts of kindness like that. The only person I have to prove that to is myself.

I’m finally beginning to accept my traits, flawed and all, even when people use all their time and strength to tell me the opposite. It took a long time.

What are your traits that you’re afraid to say out loud, that people still try to persuade you otherwise?

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An American teenager documenting her life and the world around her one blog post at a time.

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