I don’t like my chicken bumps on my arms. I don’t like my acne on my face, chest, and back. I don’t like my birthmarks on the front of my neck, my arm, and the back of my leg. I don’t like that I can’t talk to people normally. I don’t like that I have GAD. But I do now that all of these things make me different. They make me something special. I know I struggle in school but my parents aren’t mad. I know that I try my hardest at everything I do and when a test comes around in school that I will try my hardest and I can do it. I managed to get all A’s in first and third trimester and only had one B in second trimester. I don’t need to be skinny. I don’t need to wear makeup to be pretty. And I don’t need to be worried to go to High School. I can do this and no made what I look like or how I talk to people I will be ME.