Even though this is written from the perspective of a girl growing up, I identity with this so much. I always had to be wary. I always had someone (even my own father) telling me I was weak and worthless. I never felt safe, especially from my peers. My own relatives shunned me in school and outside it like I was a plague. It would’ve been easier for me to conform but I did not — I decided “fuck them” and I never conceded anything — and I am very proud of myself for that.

“You were the strongest little fighter that carried me here.” Right on, sister. She and I know how it is.

Joke’s on them, though. I’m tougher than and have done better than every single one of those motherfuckers. I walked the hard path and it did not beat me. No one should have to do that but I did and here I am while many of them are in graves now and good fucking riddance to them all.