random...
Her hair was short, her eys deep; the misconception of being a boy held heavily upon her shoulders. Despite the baggy clothing that ladid loosely on her body, she knew and her loved ones knew who she was. Not a mark on a checklist of what she should be, not a blurred reflection in the nirror. She wasnt a raindrop making the water stir everytime it hit. She was her, not yours...not your perfection.