Fight

People have always told me that I am a strong girl, though part of me has always known it, I never truly believed them. It wasn't because I thought they were lying or just trying to calm me down. No, it was something completely different, something I didn't realize until now. I couldn't believe them because I was blinded by feeling. I felt weak, I thought that because I felt weak I was. That it made me this weak scared little girl. I was wrong. Yes, I admit it I am scared of a lot of things. I feel like wuss who can't do anything but break down and cry, a pansy ass, worthless, little nobody. I don't know things about myself, my life or even my future. That's the point though, of life, I mean. It was never meant to be easy and that's what makes us feel weak isn't it? When we don't know whats to come and everything seems to knock us to our knees and keep us there. Life was meant to be worth the fight and it is even though we don't always see it. I am not weak because I am scared, hurt and broken. I am just the opposite. I am strong because I know how to face my fears and no matter what happens how to keep fighting. I can handle anything life throws at me because I stay and fight. Though I melt down in the moment and feel like giving up I won't. I refuse to check out of this life until my time on Earth is over. When life knocks me down, no matter how far I fall, I pick myself, dust myself off, and try again. I stand and fight and nothing in this world can stop me from being the woman I am meant to be and right there is my strength: The fight within.