I write steamy/erotic/bdsm/16+ books with lots of questionable content - read at your own risk! Sup. (Yes, I spelled the word tragedy wrong on purpose)
I remembered who I am today. I am not fragile or delicate or innocent or quiet or meek or small or apologetic, especially for things that are not my fault. I am not sad or depressed. I am trustworthy and loyal. I am strong and fierce and loud and opinionated and yes, I am aggressive. I am creative and smart and kind and adventurous and maybe a little crazy. I love coffee and sweets, and sunrises and sunsets and I like a little danger. I am not immature for having the courage to dance when people are watching me, or if I am, I don't give a damn. You're just jealous because I'm happy and you're not. I love living and I want to slide into whatever comes after this on my grass-stained knees knowing that I gave this life all I've got. 

I like those parts of myself and I won't make myself smaller to make you comfortable. I define who I am. If you tell me to do something I will do the opposite and then take photos and show you. I love who I am and I won't change for anyone, least of all a man. - m.s.