I Am Not a Brand

I am a person. I’m not something to be sold, promoted, or marketed. I am not a commodity. I am not for sale. I don’t want you to “like” me. I don’t want your ratings, or your reviews. I am not a thing.

I am not a brand. My life doesn’t have a colour scheme. My insta doesn’t have a flow. I don’t take all my selfies by the ocean. I am not photoshopped. I am not glamorous. I am not an influencer. I am not on Twitter. I am not going viral. I am not a brand. I am not just one thing. I am multifaceted. I like fried food and vintage furniture and indie movies and whimsical art. I like literary fiction and Blythe dolls and interior design and the colour pink. I like ornate jewelry and Nutella and spring and writing and naps. I will not narrow it down. I will not encapsulate myself in three words. I will not make it easier for you to understand me. I am a lot of things. I am a human being. I am not a brand. I will not be summed up. I will not be packaged. I will not be consumed. I will not be a part of your feed. I will not be bought. I will not be used. I will not be easy. I will not be yours. I am mine. I am me. And I am not a brand.