I let you take so much from me. I let you tell me I was less than. Worse, I let you make me believe I was less than. It hurts to see that I was not less than. This is the person you spent so much time telling how fat she was. I am the person who walked with my head down and tried not to be noticed. I am the person who believed she wasn’t good enough to be seen. I am the person who believed she wasn’t worthy of so much.
Seeing this picture, finding photos of before is like being punched in the gut. I look and I see what I couldn’t see then. It hurts so much it takes my breath away.
Why did I let you?