Tuesday Treadmill Treats
They didn’t believe I could rise again…
So many people have counted me out again and again…
Since as long as I can remember people have talked about me.
I was short, skinny and sounded like Mickey Mouse and so it began.
For years I was different, I dressed different, I was unique and that made me a target.
We were also poor and from the wrong side of the tracks, my mom was a waitress in a dinner on the night shift, definitely another target for people.
Our house was always under construction, half done, half a mess, I was embarrassed and can remember getting off the buss and walking past my house, down the street so that no one knew I lived there.
It didn’t get any better in my teenage years as I was a Tom boy and so that automatically made me a whore in so many of my peers eyes.
Even though I was madly in love with my high school sweetheart and was saving myself for him when we turned 18. The truth didn’t matter to so many of my haters, only the lies they continued to perpetuate.
When my dad died, when I was raped and had to endure an abortion, when I got into drugs and alcohol, people kept on talking about me.
When I was failing school, when I didnt care and got into fights, people called me a low life. They said I’d never make anything out of myself and my life, even the principal told me I’d never graduate.
They all counted me out, they were loud and mean about who they thought I was.
When time after time I picked losers, hoping they would change with the love of a good women, they talked about me saying I’d be barefoot and pregnant in some broken-down trailer.
Yes, I’ve heard it all, hate you could not imagine, there were some days I wished it would all end, I wanted to end it all.
So many nights I cried myself to sleep, wondering what did I ever do to deserve all of this.
See here’s the thing about a fighter, you never count them out, they can muster up the strength to come back. They have heart, to go through the worst times and come back stronger, they never give up!
Yes, I’ve been talked about, I come from the wrong side of the tracks, I’ve been knocked down, beat up and left for dead but again I rise, again I put my truth out there for the world to see.
Again I pull myself up and I close my ears to the hateful words my haters speak at me.
Because I know who I am, I know who’s I am and I know that I will survive, I will overcome all that life will throw at me.
Like Whitney Houston’s song,
I didn’t know my own strength..
I thought I would break…I didn’t know my own strength…and I crashed down and I tumbled but I didn’t not crumble…I got through all the pain…I didn’t know my own strength… I was not built to break.
I did all that my haters said I couldn’t and wouldn’t do…I graduated, I stayed a virgin until I was 18 with my high school sweetheart.
I got off drugs and alcohol, I went to college, I opened up my own business, I traveled the world, I had the big life….
Over and over again I defied the odds and I made it through.
So today my friends, remember there is nothing that you can’t do, you are so much bigger than your haters. You can and will overcome whatever life throws at you, it doesn’t matter what they say about you, it only matters what you say to yourself.
You are a fighter, you were not built to break, you need to know your own strength….you will rise yet again….
“Be the change you want to see”
“And just when the caterpillar thought his life over…he turned into a beautiful butterfly”
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