A Message To All My Haters-
Honestly, you don’t know me. You mock me for having good grades and sitting up on my high horse, but you don’t know the struggle as I rescue myself from the chains of anxiety every night. You poke fun at my strong convictions about feminism and Christianity, but you don’t know how hard it was for me to actually find passion in the first place. You say my family is well off but you don’t know the sleepless nights my parents experienced a little over 5 years ago when my dad didn’t have a job and we almost lost our home. You laugh at my decision to follow a God I cannot see but you don’t know the crisis of faith I endure every morning during my routine prayer time. You don’t see my doubts, my questions, my unanswered prayers that turn me to Scripture as I ask why, why, why. You think I judge you but you don’t know that I am the one who feels judged by literally every person who looks my way. You imagine I stay within my clique of friends because I just don’t like anyone else but you don’t know that I just can’t frickin talk like a normal person so I stay away. You say I’m a nerdy, weird, goody-two-shoes but you don’t see the intelligence, the beauty, and the rebel that lies within.
You see everything your social bias has constructed in your mind and think that what you assume me to be is who I really am. Well, news flash, you don’t know me so your stereotypes and presumptions about me don’t matter. Because only I can know the true me, therefore only I can have an honest and valid opinion of who that is. And here’s my opinion: I’m nothing like the person everyone thinks me to be. And I’m 100% okay with that. And that’s all that matters.
