Hello. My name is 980750. My appearance is 140 and 5.6. My intelligence is 3.9. I will go 30 in life. My physical appeal is 36B. According to the man who just scoffed at his friend while passing me, I am a 4. That woman over there is a 7. I am afflicted with the 2.7% and have considered joining the 7%. I am numbers, I feel numbers. My worth, identity and physical appearance can all be summarized by a few digits. I am a statistic, a number on a societal scale; but when I refuse to acknowledge the printed numerals spoon-fed to me, I see an individual with an identity. I see a living, breathing organism that happened to be created in an infinite realm of expanding universe. I see a potential lover, mother, friend, with struggles unique to her own self. I see contained passion and potential straining for release. When I see a human I do not see numbers. I see breath.