Above all else, I am average.

I was born female

I’m bad at math

My communication skills are beyond low

I have horrible asthma

My eyesight is worse than my great-grandmothers

I throw up before every oral presentation without fail

I don’t know what anatomy is when I draw

I can’t remember the dates of anything in history

My thesis statements are rocky at best

I can’t love people like normal people do

I don’t like sex

The insomnia is real in my life

“That”

Blood coats my fingertips, and I don’t know how to get it to stop

I always look like I’m about to cry, and most of the time, I am

I don’t talk a lot

 

But who ever said there was anything wrong with average?

I bind my chest back until I can hardly breathe and call myself he

I can convert pound to ounces and accurately divide recipes

I don’t have a lot of friends, but I have a few that I trust

I get out of breath walking home, but I always make it home okay

I can see any side of any argument, and remain unbiased despite my bad eyes

I always get up and do the oral presentation on time

I have a unique art style

I always remember what happens during time periods in history, just not the date

I am an excellent creative writer

I am aromantic, and that is okay

I am asexual, and that is okay

I can achieve great things while I’m awake at night

I am a boy. I go by “he”. I wear the words “it” ,“that”, and “thing” as armor so they cannot hurt me

My anxiety bites at my fingertips, but they can still grasp my pen

I have horrible depression, but I will overcome it

I don’t speak a lot, but my words are always powerful

 

I’m not perfect

I work my ass off to just be average

But nobody said there was anything wrong with average

I am average, and I am flawless

Because those are two separate things you can be at the same time