To you,
I have dealt with people like you my whole life. I have been walked all over by you, passive aggressively offended by you, I have held your hand when you needed it, and I have felt the knives you stab into my back when I do something with my life that you are intimidated by.
That's what I get for being the nice one. The nice girl or the nice guy.
We get shit on.
Beginning in elementary school, I'd go home crying to my mom every other day because girls like you would acknowledge my existence one minute, then throw me to the side the next. But I stood by girls like you; because I was a good friend. I was the nice girl.
And you were able to overpower me.
I was your stepping stool.
I have dealt with the wrath of your endless amounts of unreasonable rudeness. I have only ever been kind to you, because I am naive enough to think that just because you are consistently kind to someone, that they will do the same in return.
Treat people how you wish to be treated, right?
But that doesn’t apply to girls like you.
Girls like you insulted me for wearing clothes that were "dressy" or "fashionable," so I'd wear sweats the next day.
Girls like you insulted me for wearing sweats the next day, so I'd dress up again.
Girls like you made me give up on finding friendship.
Girls like you made me give up on trust.
I am forever in debt to girls like you.
Without you, my skin would still be paper-thin.
Without you, I would not have learned how to stand up for myself.
Without you, I would not have the confidence that I have today.
Without you, I would not understand dire importance of independence.
Without you, I would not be the woman I am today.
I have grown to realize that no matter what you do, or where you go in life, there will be someone who is not pleased, whatever their reasons may be.
In regards to you, I may never know your reasons of your hatred towards me.
Maybe it's the fact that I simply do not bat an eye to the things I hear you mumble underneath your breath.
To the ways you joke to your friend about my drastic haircut; because I was ready for a change.
The ways you bash me for taking control of my life and not letting anything or anyone interfere.
Maybe it's because I no longer allow people to use me as a stepping stool.
I no longer dedicate myself to the pleasure of others.
I no longer sacrifice myself for those who don't even acknowledge what is left of my remains.
Maybe it is because I will not let you take control of my happiness.
Or maybe it's because you know I hear all these things you say, and I still continue to smile every time I see your face.
So thank you.
Thank you for showing me that being the nice girl has been worth it this entire time.
Sincerely,
Me
