I am not Yours to Define: Reclaiming My Space and Self-Respect:
I am not Yours to Define: Reclaiming My Space and Self-Respect:
“It’s been swell, but the swelling’s gone down.” – Tank Girl
*Exit stage left.*
Today I made space for someone—respecting our differences, I heard her out, and supported her, even when her tone was laced with spite. I clarified things she asked me to explain. I reminded her that abuse is never her fault.
And in return? She tried to invalidate my existence.
Wrapped her personal opinions in insults, and threw them at me like truth bombs. Classic.
So I told her plainly:
"I'm not wearing your opinions of me—you can keep them."
And I exited. Quietly. Cleanly. Notifications off. Let them talk 'at' me all they want.
My time and energy is precious - it won't be wasted on hateful sorts.
The superiority complexes some people carry are wild.
When you try to educate, they take it as an insult—because ignorance dressed up as ego can’t bear the weight of being challenged.
If they truly understood what they were talking about, they’d speak differently. They’d listen.
But some people are more committed to hating and dictating than they are to healing and growing.
That’s not my path. It never will be.
My will to exist—and demand space—is stronger.
Always has been. Always will be.
#FemaleEmpowerment #BoundaryQueen #DemandSpace #Unbothered #TheyCanDislikeIt #SurvivorStrength
