For a long time,
I tried to change myself —
the clothes I wore,
my hairstyle,
even painted my face with makeup
to hide everything I thought wasn't enough.

I thought if I were different,
People would finally love me.

But I forgot something small and true:
No matter how I change,
I am still me.

And the right person will love me
for who I am —
not for the versions I pretend to be,
But for the real, messy, honest me.