They told me I would fail.
For some reason, that’s all I can remember of them.
They claim to have done good things in their lives.
They claim to act a certain way.
I can’t see it.
Does it give them the right to determine what my life should be?
Just because I’m different – I’m not what they call “right.”
And it makes me sad, even though it used to make me angry.
I was angry that I could never be who they wanted me to be.
I’m not that girl.
Then, I realized.
If I listened to them, who would I be?
I’d be an imposter.
By paving my own way, by being myself, I could peacefully show them.
Look at me now.
I am proud and happy of the woman I’ve become.
I suppose I should thank them.
Their words pushed me to be the best person I can be.
And they told me I would fail.