Registered: February 2009 Location: Northern Maine Posts: 202
All my life I've made apologies for who I am or tried to hide it because I thought I had to in order for people to like me. As I've gotten older, I've realized people don't have to like me. I am a good person. A wife. A mother. A sister. A daughter. I am not defined by my haircut, the tattoos on my body or the number on the scale. No more apologies. I am me.