My name is Max. Which suits me. Nothing memorable like the Sunset Shimmers you may be familiar with. You can't judge a pony based on their appearance. What would you think of me, if I told you nothing about myself? How well do I convey who I am? My smoky grey, messy mane bunned-up on the top of my head like cotton candy. My bland orangish-yellow coat with my white socks. My mistakes, talents and hobbies are a complete mystery. Of course, I'm willing to share. Going about my day. Clip clop go my grey hooves poking out from beneath my white socks. Blue, normal eyes. No wings, horns or magic. I know that if I believe, I will be okay. Sometimes, there are hills and there are valleys. I will fail as much as I succeed. Each failure makes each success even more special. Sometimes, I let what other ponies think get to me. Am I bookish, artsy or athletic? Introverted or extroverted? You'll never know unless you get to know me. I like to think I am as reasonable as I am quiet. With time, my long lanky legs will take me anywhere my heart desires. All I need to do is channel my negative feelings into positive changes. It's easier said than done, but I hope the effort will be worth it one of these days. Some days I bite off more than I can chew, but I feel as if I've let every pony down. Therefore, I chew harder. It sounds pessimistic when I phrase it this way, but I'm already proud of how far I have come.