I want to walk with my shoulders back.
I want to sit up straight.
I want to talk when I have something to say.
I want to share my opinions.
I want to feel angry.
I want to scream.
I want to shout.


You told me I’m not good enough.
That I’m not worthy.
That it’s okay for me to be treated differently.
That my thoughts are wrong.
That my feelings are wrong.
That I should only speak when spoken to.
That my pain wasn’t real.
That I was a mistake.

**** that.
I've had enough.