Defining Myself: Finding Strength in Imperfection and Love Beyond Judgment

By the astrological sign, I am Pisces.

I am emotional, but kind.

Intuitive, but irrational.

Called wise, but easily led.

Creative, but scatterbrained.

Compassionate, but impractical.

Spiritual, but self-pitying.

Snow taps softly against the window,

the ground blanketed in white.

I am sitting here, defining myself —

not to please anyone,

but to connect with the better version of me.

Someone once told me that I let my emotions rule me, that I was too boring, always searching for the sadness in life. Maybe they were right in some ways. But in truth, I wasn’t looking for sadness — I was searching for understanding. I was trying to escape the traumas that had shattered me, piecing myself back together. I was relearning how to laugh without the fear that it might dissolve into tears.

So perhaps there was a grain of truth in their criticism. But then it hit me — these failures they saw, these missteps and scars, weren’t permanent stains on my life. They were lessons, marks of survival, reminders that I was still moving forward.

I cannot rewrite his vision of me, but I am submitting to the truth I know that I’m more than sadness, I am love. I’m more than any opinion form because I am able to love pass conviction. I’m able to take the truth in criticism and mend the very broken in me. Yet, this doesn’t disqualify me not to. be liked or loved.