Sometimes I still need to remind myself of who I am and then I look on the outside for what I need on the inside. Everything that I am is behind what you are looking at. Behind the grayness, the colours, the beauty, behind the thoughts, the prejudices, the feelings you might have. I used to be an observer. And I watched myself change, while others encouraged, loved, accepted me and told me who I am in their eyes. Until I accepted myself.