Have you ever just stared at yourself in the mirror and wondered who the hell is this person staring back at me? That's what went through my head just a few weeks ago, but then I started talking to someone who made me realize that the girl in the mirror wasn't my actual self. I'm not a girl who feels like her life is coming down around her. I'm not this girl who has a big head because I have a lot of stuff. These aren't me.
I will tell you who I really am though. I'm the girl who cares about everyone around me. I'm a mother to my little sister and a daughter (who has screwed up a lot) to my father. I am no ones (excuse my French) bitch. I am me. I'm the girl who loves riding 4-wheelers on the weekends, who loves to go hunting in the winter, and to the river every summer; I love my family and my friends. I like getting down and dirty and I love to work. I clean cars on the weekend for my father and I live with my grandmother to keep her safe. I have aspirations to be a vet or a writer one day. If you mess with my family I will not hesitate to take you out. I don't like dressin up, a t-shirt, jeans, and boots are all I need. I got a great car for my birthday, a Dodge Challenger.
I realized all of this by talking to a person I never thought I would ever talk to. I know that my life would probably have been better if I had started talking to him sooner. He's my life now. I love him more than life itself. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me. We have almost everything in common and the best part is that I can be perfectly me around him.No facade, no anything. Just me. When I look into the mirror now, I see the person I want to be. The proud, confident, sweet, loving, tough girl that I used to be. I'm me again.
