I have spent the majority of my life being the nice girl next door. I’ll smile, take one for the team, and try to avoid putting up a fuss. Conflict was the disease, and trying to please everyone was the cure.
But no more. I refuse to let myself be trampled on by people too unkind to care. I will not shut my mouth when people are rude, inappropriate, or otherwise morally wrong. I won’t be a smiling doormat. I won’t be a damsel in distress. I will not be made to feel inferior because I am emotional, because I have a sensitive heart, because I am young, because I am female. No. I am fierce.