The world loves labels. Here it is “modest and homely”. There it is “successful and independent”. And somewhere else it is “feminine, soft, conveniently packaged for male comfort”. But I am not from a box. I am from life. From mistakes, bold decisions, restless nights and true desires.

I don’t always know where I am going. Sometimes I cry at night, and in the morning I paint my lips and go sell a car, because life doesn’t wait for you to pull yourself together. Sometimes I think about one man, and answer another because the heart and mind rarely work in unison.

I am not perfect. Sometimes too emotional, sometimes closed, sometimes sharp. But I'm interesting. Because I don't live according to a script, but for real. Because I'm not afraid to be funny, sexy, frank. Because I'm not ashamed to say "I want", even when I don't know if I'll get it.

Being yourself is not always beautiful. But it's always alive. And I choose it. I choose myself. The way I am. And if the world doesn't suit it, then maybe it's time for the world to change a little?