My tag most certainly is sticking out of the back of my shirt; and that's okay, because everyday things aren't perfect. Sometimes (actually a lot of the time) my makeup smears, my clothes don't match, and my attitude isn't ideal. Days can feel incomplete and thoughts can wander away and become generally pessimistic.
Still, I am His daughter, a child of a King. He says that He loves me; and at the end of the day, the year, my life, that's all that ever will matter.