inside me are storms and calm both shaping who i am. because, i too am full of beautiful imperfections. i get angry, i get sad, i get very emotional, but that doesn't mean i am not worthy of love. i've always seen myself as ugly when i am engulfed with sadness, i don't want to look like i'm pathetic. i saw myself as a monster when i get mad, because it always feels like people only care and love you when you're a doll, perfect and modest. but i know now that i am imperfectly, but also wonderfully made. strong but alive, sometimes negative but human. these flaws are pieces of myself, foundation of my being, a human. i understand how i feel, and i feel what i feel. i am doing my best to regulate them so it does not hurt the ones i love, because having feelings also means having the ability to recognize others'. i create and make something beautiful from being made flawed. i am cracked but not broken, i am still standing, still becoming.