I know I am different. I see the world differently. I know I am odd, I am hard to like or get along with. Dr. Seuss said: “Those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.” I am loved by those who have taken the time to know me and not be judgmental at my idiosyncrasies. Those who place too much value on looks, physical attributes, or have a reversed moral compass, kindly fuck off. I know who I am, and I am happy.

I am who I am.