definitions

You are not a mark on the measuring tape encircling your waist,
Nor the size of your jeans that you are ashamed to reveal.
The flashing digits on the metallic platform beneath your bare feet
Do not define you.

You are not the tag in your shirt or the name that is printed on it,
Nor the sum of the bills that you used to purchase it.
The garments hanging neatly behind your closet door
Do not define you.

You are not the visible pores dotting your face,
Nor the tone of your skin that you are not comfortable in.
The reflections in the clouded mirror on your bathroom wall
Do not define you.

You are the songs you play over and over again
And the album you always go back to when your world is crumbling.
The lyrics written on your heart and the notes floating in your head
Are what define you.

You are the people you have listened to at 2 a.m.
And the fingerprints impressed upon the souls you have touched.
The hugs you give when you cannot find the words they need to hear
Are what define you.

You are the laughter that fills you up completely,
And the shining eyes flickering with dreams on the verge of unfolding.
The beautiful, miniscule details handpicked by your Creator
Are what define you.