I was having a conversation with a friend who told me some of her idols in life, people who, in her own words, made her who she is today. It of course prompted me to ask the same question from myself - who made me?
And the more I think, there more I realize that I was not shaped by good people. I was shaped by trauma. I learned unconditional love, patience and compassion because I was never shown them. I was punched in the gut by the fact that I was not enough for the people around me - not pretty enough, not smart enough, not charismatic enough. Not good enough. And what made me who I am today was realizing that I never want to make another person feel the way I did. I never want anyone around me doubt that they’re not worthy of love. And I decided to make sure to do my everything to show that to people. That no matter who you are and where you’re coming from, you’re good enough for me.
I was shaped by those who hurt me. Who hated me. And as much as I hate to admit it, they did a great job - I’m fucking amazing. 🤷
