Words That Once Hurt (TW: Sexual Assault, Fat-shaming, Possibly NSFW)

You don't have any eyebrows.

Your music is weird. *sneers and turns the volume all the way down*

You don't know anything. Your reality doesn't exist.

You f*cking idiot.

You're never going to amount to anything.

You were the product of rape anyway.

Moti, moti, moti! ("chubby girl" in Hindi)

You're too white to dance.

Your teeth make you look like a hamster.

Oh, stop being so dramatic. *As I'm breaking into hives as an allergic reaction to an ant bite*

Give me some of your dirty clothes so I can always remember your smell.

You did a better job finding him than he did you.

Your music is like rape to my ears. *unplugs my phone from the car*

I don't give a f*ck about Brittney!

It's not like I'm going to get anything any other way! *While fighting my hands to get to my breasts*

You're not funny or clever enough to do that.

You're okay, but you look perfect with makeup on.

Get off your fat *ss and help me get ready for work!

You're too young to know anything.

Kids like Brittney--they're just messed up. They always will be.

You can't do that kind of work--that's gentleman's work. *referring to renovating/flipping houses*

One day you're going to grow up and have lots of sex with a lot of different guys because it will make you feel beautiful.

You think I give a sh*t if you live or die?! Go ahead and f*cking die for all I care!

~~~

These words I accept not as reflections of me,

but as reflections of their projectors.

And last night someone asked me, 

"What's something valuable you've learned in life?"

I paused for a moment to think before I said,

"That I'm f*cking awesome."

And laughed.

And I drove home thinking,

I've sure come a long way.

Listening to: "Hard to Be" by David Bazan