If you have to constantly try to prove yourself to be better than me, you reek of jealousy.

If you a certain position was handed to you and you have to continuously try to justify that you earned this position, you reek of jealousy.

If you go out of your way to belittle and degrade to make yourself superior, you reek of jealousy.

If you feel the need to excessively reassure yourself that you had to earn something because you are worthy, you reek of jealousy.

If you can't just let it go, you reek of jealousy.

You can try to act all big and bad, but at the end of the day, you and I both know that I am better than you. And this is why you reek of jealousy.

I used to be like you.

I used to be someone that would reek of jealousy and would try to prove I was worthy of my talents. I would always try to rise to the top, until one day came and I realized I was already there.

I'm not going to lie: we've all been jealous. I have - there have been things I have wanted but I couldn't have, or things I've wanted to do. I'll admit, at times I may still feel it. I'm only human, it's natural. However, it's how I respond to it that makes you and I differ.

Me? I'll talk to a friend about it. I'll release my emotions in a healthy manner and keep everyone else out of it. I stay calm, collected. Mature.

You? You subtweet. You scream to the whole world "oh, woe is me," and try to convince everyone else to get on your side. You're petty - and you reek of jealousy.

I can be petty too, but I don't have to be. I'm a leader, therefore I need to act like an adult and handle things in the proper manner.

Well, technically this article is a giant subtweet, but I'm not talking about one person in particular. It's many people, in many positions, in many locations. Some of you I have never even met in my life. This is a general letter out to you.

I remember my Dad told me about how people's opinions don't matter. I knew they don't, but it was easier said than done. However, he continued to speak. "Jealousy is just hatred built on insecurity."

It hit me right then.

Insecurity - the one thing I've struggled with for years in various forms - has come right back into my life under a sheet of green. That's when I promptly turned around and punched it in the face.

Nope. Not today.

It made taking the harassment so much easier.

It meant they had no power over me; it meant that they had no leverage except insecurity; it meant that I was worth more than their jealousy.

It meant I was at the top.

And the jealousy I felt washed away as quick as it came, but I noticed it plagues practically everyone else. I noticed the hatred I would receive, all the negativity, would happen after an important thing happened in my life that rose me above my pedestal. I noticed it was when I had something that they wanted but could never have.

So, in a way, I respect your jealousy. I respect that you think I'm better than you (well, I know I am, but it's nice to be reminded), and I'm flattered. However, that still doesn't change one simple fact:

You're insecure.

And you still reek of jealousy.