I shrank myself in an effort to be loved. I threw out the pieces of me that didn’t fit their vision, my anger, my sadness, my humor, anything that made me too big or too much for them until I became the nothing they needed to mold into what they wanted. And with my lack of self worth I let them because when I was nothing I was so desperate to be something. But they’d mold me and break me just to mold me again into another thing they didn’t like.
I was never meant to fit their mold.
With all the pieces of me that I had left and have found along the way I have molded myself into the something I needed to be all along.
My jagged little pieces either fit or they don’t.