When,

I don’t have to prove my intelligence with my degrees or papers. I don’t have to take envy for lifestyle even though I’ve worked since high school on. I don’t have to feign elegance in every plush setting or enjoyment of bad food. I don’t have to feel bad about my lucky body shape, even when I like every other girl have bad days. I don’t have to suppress my temper, my passion or my tears. I don’t feel ugly or unglamorous because I am not a beauty queen. I don’t feel silly about all the words that I say, and all the hours I talk are important. All the things I believe are important. All the things I fight for are important.

I’m chasing fleeting moments for this feeling, but it’s you who knows who I am and for that moment, I feel just right. There is some way I do the same for you. Just in case you were wondering why we’re friends.