Differant Than You Would Think

It's hard to describe myself to you, except that i know i am differant than you would think. Where i've come from, where i've been, what i look like, what i do. If you saw me walking down the street, tall and thin with blue and purple hair, you would think something i know. You couldn't just look at me an not think, but i am differant that you would think. If you'd saw me in Africa holding the children, buzzed head, red face, skirt, wearing the same three outfits all week, you would think something of me, i know you would, but who i am is differant than you would think.If you would've saw me a few years before that, long red hair, makeup, cute clothes, always smiling, you would've thought something then to. Going a few years before that, a dorky teen who was a sociel outcast, you would've deffently thought something of me, but i am not who you would think i'd be. I fought to be who i was, despite people telling me i shouldn't. I was a reject, an outcast, and everything you wouldn't have liked, but wait and see, people grow, and change, and become beautiful. Go even a few more years back, mom can't take care of us kids, it's me and three other, dad's trying to take care of us while being a pastor as well. Red hair, freckles, tough and rambucious, what would you think of me?