I possess no apologies for being me.
And I offer none to those who cannot handle who I am.
Don’t try to change me.
I’ve worked too damn hard to finally be proud of the person I’ve become.
If you can’t deal with it, I’d be glad to show you the door.
I’ll miss you in the deepest parts of my being,
But I refuse to let you try making me feel guilty for being me.
Take me as I am, or, seriously, just leave.


