Me
Without a filter
I'm the redness in my cheeks from the awkward middle school years where skincare wasn't a priority
I'm the bags under my eyes from trying to balance work and school and a social life
I'm the haphazard waves from hair that can't decide if it wants to be straight or curly
Without a filter
I'm the crack in my voice from trying to sound strong
I'm the drafts upon drafts of texts that just don't sound quite right or interesting or witty
I'm the 437 selected images to be erased because no one takes a good selfie on their first try
Without a filter
I'm no longer the number of likes on my Instagram
I'm not defined by the GPA on my transcript
I'm worth more than the number staring back at me on the scale
Without a filter I'm whole-heartedly, unapologetically me