I Am My Own Person

I was watching out my living room window today as I ate my lunch, admiring the beautiful day outside, when I got distracted by all the different people who were walking down my street. Someone would pass by looking like they just stepped out of an Abercrombie catalog, while someone else would follow looking like Hot Topic just threw up all over them. Either way, I realized, these people intrigued me. I loved at least one part of every look that I saw. It was then that I recognized that, at one point, I had tried to be every kind of person that I saw walking down my street.

As I was searching to find out who I am these past few years, I have gone to extremes, rather than doing what felt right. Having gone from one end of the spectrum to the other - scene to preppy to tomboy and back again - it occurred to me that I cannot be defined by a single trend. It is impossible to label me. While others can fit into a single style, I cannot be confined that way. The way I look and act vary from day to day depending on my mood. I wear what I think looks flattering, interesting, or beautiful, no matter what 'stereotype' it may be considered as. I am not preppy. I am not scene. I am not goth, emo, nerd, or "popular"...whatever that means. I am my own person.

I am Sammi.

I am a cheerleader.

I am a writer.

I am unafraid.

I am unusual.

I am immature.

And yet...

I am beyond my years.

I am a fan of rock music.

I am a fan of techno.

I am bisexual.

I am lively.

I am an individual.

And...

I am who I want to be.

Who are you?