\tSomehow between my father being abusive and manipulative and me realizing I'm going to be who I am in any given moment I didn’t realize how wonderful I am. I must be brilliant to have gotten this far along in school without failing any real classes. I must be skilled to have been an opera major and learn how to feel the music rather than just listen to it. I must be compassionate to want to dedicate my life to others and helping them realize how amazing they are. I must be nerdy to love watching Star Wars and Marvel movies so much that I look forward to putting them together as a 19 year old. I must have decent style to have the common sense to not keep those legos in my room. I must be beautiful to have so many people always looking into my eyes. I must have a good body to survive so many car crashes. I must have a strong soul to go through the trauma I’ve experienced and still have hope in the world. I must be fun to be willing to do anything from a hike, to a museum, to a karaoke night, to ice skating. I must be naive for allowing men to alter my opinion on who I should be or what I am. However, I must be pretty strong to realize it.