You know what I hate. When people remind you of your weakness as if you don’t already know. The only reason you share something with someone is because you trust them not to use it against you, even if it is for a god damn pep talk about becoming stronger.
For almost half of my life, you’ve called me names: fat, ugly, bitch,stupid,weak.You’ve called me a man because I like having muscles. You’ve called a freak because I don’t like the stuff you do, cause I don’t like to get drunk or smoke weed, because I like to succeed in school, because I like to be the best I can be.
Well guess what!
For the first time in my life, I’ve realized something.
I AM BEAUTIFUL.
Inside and outside.
So SCREW you!
No more believing your dumb little lies. No more being bullied by you and your groupies. No more being pushed around!