Humans of Oklahoma
“July 25 2016 was a day that changed my life forever. My best friend, Avery, had gotten into a severe car accident that put her into a coma. Avery was more of a soulmate. She was eight minutes older than me, she was my next door neighbor, she was my biggest fan. We did everything we could together, even if that meant I had to play sports I never wanted to play. It’s almost been three years since her accident and it still makes me sad every day. I planned on getting a tattoo in her honor as soon as the wreck happened. I spent so much time looking for something that could be worthy enough for her. Sitting on her bedroom floor, flipping through pages of one of her thousands of journals, I found what I wanted. It was simply, “I am who I am,” in her handwriting. It felt like she wanted me to see that, to know that she knows me for me. And that it’s okay that I grieve and I’m angry sometimes. It’s what makes me, me. I went and got this tattooed boldly on my arm on our 18th birthday. It’s ...