She said that I didn't exercise today, so now I am overweight

She said that I use to be kind and helpful when I was little, so now I am mean and selfish

She said that pursuing a writing major will lead to unemployment, so now my dreams are meaningless

She said this...

She said that...

Doesn't she know that I already despise myself?

For some reason, it still hurts

I asked my friends if I'm overweight, they told me to be proud of my muscular arms

I asked my friends if I was mean and selfish, they reminded me of the 50.5 hours of volunteering I completed last summer

I asked my friends if my dream of pursuing a writing major was meaningless, they told me choosing to pursue something I’m talented in makes sense

I knew deep down my friends were right.

My mom’s opinion still scares me to death

But, my life is a journey I'm choosing to continue on my own

I am me and no one else