Parent, child, sister, wife, cousin, teacher, grandmother, friend – all me – yet none completely me.

What me do you see? Do you see the real me? Do any of us reveal our true selves?

Are we afraid to show others who we really are? Take time to know me.

Do you see the me I am? Or, the me you’d rather see?

Do we all disguise ourselves – letting others only see what we want to show?

Take time to see me as I am. Do we really need  approval and acceptance?

Do we honestly require that others find us sufficient?

I think not – I’m pretty much me – all the time – the sweet and the not so sweet –

if you see me as something I’m not – maybe it’s in how you look – rather than what I am.

I’m me – some good, some not so good – never intentionally bad,

but rather trying to get the most out of this phenomenon we call life.

Loving life, the people in it, and the world as I chose to see it, always looking

on the bright side, with my head held high, expecting the best; some say

I look through rose colored glasses. I say, just the way I’m made –

an eternal optimist. It’s the only way I can be; I would have it no other way.