Written by P.chez

I stand tall, not because the world made it easy or acceptable,

but because I made myself unbreakable and unreachable to them.

Every internal scar, every backhanded compliment, every moment that made me want

to shrink into something I’m not– I turned them all into gold, molded them into armor

and fuel that pushed me to overcome the world’s doubts and venom.

I do not ask for permission to take up space as I am. I do not apologize for the way

I move or speak, or for the way my presence seems to trigger insecure people without

even trying to. Insecurity is triggered by unapologetic confidence, and that is me.

I have built myself from the ground up, brushed the dust off my shoulders when

I was knocked down, and walked forward with my head high, knowing that nobody

gets the define me but me. I am my own maker and only I decide my fate.

I do not bend myself to fit small hands, hands that clearly aren’t meant to hold me.

I do not shrink myself to make or make others more comfortable, why does your comfort

matter to me? I am here, whole, and authentically me. My presence is undeniable.

And if they can’t handle it– then baby, they ought to move aside and complain to someone who cares.