This is who I am

meI am not you.

Stop trying to mold me into something you think I should be.  I have my own ideas, my own ways of doing things, my own beliefs and my own dreams.

I carry parts of the girl I was in grade school.  My heart remembers you from 20 years ago.  But it’s just a memory. Even yesterday is gone – that is not me.

I am my own woman, and belong to no one.  You’ll get what I decide you’ll get.

Remember, every day is an opportunity to be bigger and greater than you were the day before.  I accept that challenge.  Do you?

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