I like to think that when I enter a room, heads turn to look at me. It may not be true, but I walk with a little more bounce in my step.

I like to think that I am the smartest little smartie smart in the whole world, and anyone who beats me academically did so by default. It may not be true, but it keeps me self motivated and filled with hope and faith for higher standards.

I like to think that my poetry is prodigious, ingenious, and NOT too long. It may not be true, but I write with a little more feeling and a little more passion.

I like to think that my hair is NOT a tangled mess of half-assed waves, but a luxuriant mass of classy curls. It may not be true, but I flip it with confidence.

I like to think that my body is the perfect shape. It may not be true, but it lets me look myself in the mirror and love and more importantly, ACCEPT whatever I see.

I like to think that chocolate is healthy. It may not be true, but you'll never find a happier person than me on a sugar high.

I like to think that I'll make a great doctor and change lives with my profession. It may not be true, but I work harder and faster to attain excellence in academics to make that dream come true.

I like to think that people, at their core, are generally good. It may not be true, but it gives me the added faith boost of a 4 year old child, and who really needs anything more?

I like to think that I make a difference and leave a fingerprint on the lives of people I come in contact with. It may not be true, but I strive to change the world and make people smile, knowing that a single smile could brighten a hundred faces.

I like to think that my skin is the perfect colour and texture. It may not be true, but it lets me accept, own and be proud of the race that bore me and the childhood problems that shaped me.

I like to think that my friends remember me and speak well of me long after I'm gone. It may not be true, but it allows me a support system that spans whole countries.

I like to think that a bad grade does not signal my own deterioration, but rather a misfortune to be accepted. It may not be true, but it allows me to not get down over every little fault, and fills me with fresh, fierce determination.

I like to think God loves me unconditionally. It may not.....no wait. This is one thing that will ALWAYS be true.

Queen Sana at 7:52 AM