you have only seen a reflection of what you appear to be. who you really are depends on the places you find yourself and the people you get lost with, not your waist size or the skin you’re wrapped in. you are a construction site; a work in progress; not your disability or weakness. hair grows outrageously, and out of control; a natural disaster we all survive. you might feel pretty obnoxious or incongruous sometimes; individually we’re all different, but together we create an exquisite bouquet of flowers.