The hardest part of someone bragging,
Is when they're bragging about something that you've experienced,
Something that shouldn't be proud,
Something that you've worked hard
To forget.
I'm sorry I do not entertain
Your ideas of pride.
I cannot condone you.
I Was Vegetarian Once,
You say
Actually I Barely Ate At All,
You say.
And then you frown
when I've nothing to say.
You speak as if I should be proud of You.
Proud that you can hurt yourself as though it is a college degree.
You speak as if I should be proud of
Myself.
Proud that I hurt my body as if I were a flower I decided to pluck.
I am proud.
But not for that.
I have made my recovery.
I have my scars
and I am tired of hiding them.
I made the mistake of listening
to people who don't know me,
to people that don't care about their words,
to the voice in my head
saying I will never be worthy.
But that mistake is over.
It is done.
I am Proud
that I stood up to myself,
for myself.
I will not hide what I've done,
but I will never do it again.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryBear with me through these midnight moments and daily empty talks because if you don't, who will?
