For the strong and the brave
“I am ugly. I am fat. I am worthless and stupid. I’m naive and alone; I‘m pathetic and weak. I’m a loser who will never amount to much and I deserve what I get. My dreams are irrational and I will never change the world. I deserved to be bullied.”
I begin to become what people say I am. I cry just to know that if I can’t feel love and joy or hope, I can at least feel pain and despair. I don’t hate those who call me names because they are probably right. I don’t belong; I don’t fit in and am not meant to be breathing the same air they breathe. Sometimes I wish I could just make the pain go away, make the voices go away, make me go away…But then that’s when I remember, I am beautiful. I’m the perfect size. I am precious and intelligent. I am brave and I am loved. I am exquisite. I am strong and I am determined to reach whatever goals I set for myself. I am whatever I want to be and because of that you hate me and try to tear me down. But I will not be defeated or destroyed. Your words are hurtful, your stares hateful, but I know who I am and I love myself. I could fight back and I could hide, but I choose to let my beauty show and to let me personality shine.
By calling me names, I know that is the only way you can feel good about yourself. I don’t hate you, because even though you hate me, I know how it feels to be somebody’s personal garbage bag, soaking up all the negative feelings and thoughts. But through all you do, I grow stronger, for the both of us. I know by trying to smash my spirit you’re just trying to make me as weak as you. But that will never happen to me because I’m a girl with a special kind of beauty, who dreams go beyond the clouds. I fly above the stars and ignore my scars. I help those who hurt, even when they try to hurt me. I love those who hate, and like my dreams, I will rise above every challenge and obstacle that stands in my way. I will NOT let a bully bring me down or beat me down with hate. But I WILL build the bully up with love…Because I can stop bullying. Bullying ends with me, along with the hate and the pain. I will be the change and I will make the change, killing hate with love and being strong for the weak.
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