I am who I am.

Life is full of questions, after all life itself is one big mystery and its up to us to solve it. How we chose to solve it is by how we chose to live our life. The choices we make either bring us one step closer or take us what feels like 500 steps back. And while some of life's questions have straightforward answers, others are far more complex and inquire us to ponder on them for a bit of time.

My daughter is in the ever so lovely "why" phase. If you have no idea what I am talking about, consider yourself lucky and enjoy your many moments of silence. And for those of you who know exactly what I mean, you are probably on your third glass, make that bottle of wine tonight. Cheers! Anytime and I mean anytime I give my daughter an answer to her questions, she asks why. Seriously, you can tell my child the sky is blue because that's what God chose and she'll keep asking why until your own damn face turns blue as well. I don't think the key to solving the mystery of life is by turning into Violet from Charlie and the chocolate factory. Although, they may of been onto something living a life surrounded by chocolate.

Anyway, my daughter questions the silliest aspects of life. From the color of the sky, to why a princess's dress is a certain color or why vegetables taste so gross (if you have any suggestions for how to get her to eat them, please share). And while sometimes the constant why's may push my buttons (her favorite thing to do), I love that those things are all she worries about. Its a reminder that she is still so innocent and pure, something I wish she could stay forever.

When I wake up everyday (thank you God), I do not question why the sky may be blue or gray, I wake up questioning who I am today. Being 23 you would think I would have that figured out by now, but I don't. You see I thought I knew who I was until a boy took that away. Until a boy looked at me everyday and told me the things I should change. And then another made me question my every move and made me think I was the one who was insane. That girl looking back at me in the mirror didn't look so crystal clear anymore.

I have been broken multiple times in my life. Each time it takes a bit longer to pick the pieces back up and start all over again. There are parts of me that are still healing, while others are completely gone forever. Quite frankly I will never be the same girl ever again, so who am I then?

When I was three I was wild and carefree, come thirteen I was a busy bee. By nineteen I had been mentally and emotionally abused and here I am twenty three and a mommy. That's the thing, this life question will always be a mystery. So in simple terms, I am who I am. I am a mother, a teacher, a fighter, a sister, a daughter and an aunt. I am somebody, and damn proud of it.

I will no longer allow others to tell me who to be. You may not look at my body and tell me things you see. I come with scars that tell stories of who I used to be. I am full of sarcasm, sass, jokes and well just plain me. Take it or leave it be. I am who I am, you can't change me.

~Fall in love with the process of becoming the very best version of yourself~