I am more than what people say; thus, when they say I am fat,
or I am ugly, or maybe even dumb, so what? So what if you
say I am worthless, or no one will ever love me? So what? Why
should I care what people who don’t even give a fuck about
me say? Why should I care? Just because you say I’m a bitch,
doesn’t mean I am a bitch. You can say what you want, but you
can’t change the fact that you are the words you throw at others.
I am more than what people say, because they only see glimpses
of me. But that is just that, a glimpse, you don’t know what I
do everyday. You don’t know what I eat for breakfast, or if I
do eat breakfast. You don’t know what books I read, or if I
even read books. You don’t know who my favourite authors
are, or what I think about before I sleep. You don’t know
how I like my burger served, or If I like condiments with it.
You don’t know if I sleep with a night lamp, or if I have a
favourite teddy bear with me before I go to bed. You don’t
know the songs I sing in the Shower, or if I even sing in the
Shower. You don’t know if I prefer vanilla over chocolate,
or if maybe I like neither.
You don’t know the little things that make me who I am.
I am more than what people say, let them say what they want, I
am who I am, not what they label me to be.