I’m not beautiful. I’m not cool. I’m not one of those people that emits a gravitational pull. The kind of person everyone wants to befriend.
For whatever reason — and there’s more than I’d like — I’m flawed. I’m broken. I’m not what people would like for me to be.
There’s nothing I can do to change it. It’s who I am. It’s always been who I am.
I may not be perfect. And I certainly don’t think I’m popular.
But I’m respected. I earned each an every eye that landed on my words.
Because I worked hard at it. It was my words that drew people in. It was my words that kept them coming back.
And you know what? I’m okay with that.
© Sarah Doughty