“I am not made of sugar and spice. If you wanted someone who bends over backwards at every request you make, you were mistaken about who you thought I was.
I am made of fragments that used to cause me pain and discomfort and an insane amount of self-loathing. I am comprised of tears wept late at night over a boy who forgot how to love me in order to love someone else. I am failure and a bruised ego, put in my place by Life’s way of telling me I am too confident and must know what it’s like to not succeed. I am a human heart, a vessel of emotions, and a warrior. God damn it, I am a warrior.
So if you thought what you were getting was someone easy, someone made of niceties, that’s only a portion of who I am. And I’m finally OK with who I am, who I want to be, and the path I’m meant to follow.
Can you say the same?”