I became kind in response to everyone who was so mean. And I knew I never wanted to be that type of person.
I learned to say no in every moment I allowed silence to speak for me.
I became quiet, when I realized people say things just to hear themselves talk.
I learned to speak and say things only that mattered.
I became soft for every person who hurt me, and tried to make me hard.
I learned resilence every time they told me I couldn’t, because I wasn’t smart enough, good enough, or talented enough to succeed.
I became smart when I realized knowledge is power, and I never wanted to stop learning.
I learned to love deeply when they tried to teach me they can pick and choose when they love me.
I became strong for others when I had to be, even though I was fighting battles people didn’t know of.
I learned to believe in love, when I realized that’s the one thing that can save us all when you do get it right.
I became pretty when I realized they were ugly on the inside and it didn’t matter what they looked like, even though they thought those things were important.
I learned to build others up because I knew what it felt like to be torn down.
I became a friend to all when I remembered what it felt like to sit alone at lunch.
I learned to choose words wisely when I learned their power and I saw the effect it had on me when people used words as weapons like daggers to destroy me.
I became someone whose touch was soft for every blow that wasn’t.
I learned to invest fully in relationships when I remembered how much blurry lines and confusion hurt me, and I’d never want to do that to someone or lead them on.
I became compassionate when I looked at them and realized all of this might be projected onto me, but I understand there’s something more here. Something that happened to them too.
I learned to speak up when they taught me I should be silent about the things that hurt me.
I became honest when I watched them as they lied. Simply to paint a picture of how they wanted others to see them.
I learned to run my fingers along sharp edges and not be horrified by the bad parts we all have.
I became good at keeping other people’s secrets, because I knew what it was like to lie.
I learned that when they blamed me, it wasn’t always my fault and I didn’t always have to be sorry.
I became a light for others when I remembered how much I hated sitting in the dark.
I learned that when they tried to change me, it was really pieces of themselves they weren’t happy with.
I became forgiving because I didn’t want to continue harboring things from my past within my heart.
I learned to love myself following the example of those who took it among themselves to teach me what love actually meant.
I learned sometimes the baggage you carry isn’t all yours, but other people’s that they gave you because you were strong enough to carry their burdens.
I learned to look forward instead of looking back, because I knew there was nothing for me there.