Redefining My Worth: Breaking Free from Negative Labels

My mother taught me something dark

Consistently told me there’s something wrong with me

Her words pierced my heart, left a mark

Labeled me a liar, couldn’t let it be

I spoke the truth, but she denied

Called me a liar, for all to see

She used vulgar names, I felt deprived

Of love and kindness, it wasn’t meant to be

Her words shaped me, I couldn’t escape

Became the person she said I was

No chance to figure out my true shape

Her voice drowned out all of my buzz

I longed to know who I could be

But her grip on me was oh so tight

I struggled to find my identity

Because of her, I never found my light

But now I break free from her hold

I’ll discover who I am, my own mold

I’ll rise above the hurt and pain

And find my true self once again

From the moment I was born, negativity seemed to be woven into the fabric of my existence. Instead of love, kindness, and guidance, I was met with harsh words and constant criticism. Every mistake I made was met with scorn, as I was called stupid, idiot, moron, and worse. These words weren't just insults — they became the truth I carried with me, internalizing the belief that I was all the things I was told I was.

I became the woman they wanted me to be: incapable, weak, and small. I became a mother who could not live up to the expectations of being the kind of mother my son deserved. I was repeatedly told I wouldn’t succeed, that I would fail at everything I tried. So, I did. I gave in to those expectations, allowing myself to fall short, because in some twisted way, I believed it was what was expected of me — and, somehow, what I deserved.

Meanwhile, the world outside saw a different side. They were told I had "great potential," yet I couldn't seem to unlock it. They didn’t know the battles I fought behind closed doors, the words that chipped away at my spirit each day, making me believe I wasn’t good enough. The world saw a mask I wore, one that hid the pain I was drowning in.

But then, one day, I realized something profound: I didn’t have to live up to anyone’s expectations. I didn’t have to carry the weight of those hurtful words any longer. I didn’t have to internalize the negativity that others had placed upon me. I didn’t have to be defined by their labels.

I can be intelligent, capable, strong, and kind. I can be the loving and supportive mother my son deserves. I can pursue my goals and dreams with resilience and determination, no matter what anyone says. I can rewrite my story and break free from the narrative that others tried to impose upon me.

I am not defined by the hurtful words or actions of others. None of us are. We are defined by our own choices, our actions, and the belief we choose to have in ourselves. I am capable of creating my own path, and I refuse to let negativity dictate my future. I am enough, and I am worthy of love and respect.

And I will keep moving forward, knowing that my worth is mine to define, and that I hold the power to choose who I want to be.