I won't pretend it didn't hurt.
The way they treated me lingered
longer than I'd like to admit.
But then I paused—
and I remembered
something important.
I know how I show up for people.
I know the depth of my care,
the sincerity of my effort,
the way I give.
And that says everything about me.
The way someone chooses to treat
you doesn't determine your worth—
it simply reveals theirs.
Not everyone will meet you
with the same heart you offer,
and that's okay.
Your kindness isn't a weakness;
it's proof of who you truly are.
So I'm learning to stop taking it personally,
even when it cuts deep.
Some people reflect your value.
Others just reflect themselves.