This post is written by guest writer, Rebecca Leung:
I could wish this whole thing was a dream.
Because self esteem, it is limited,
Eyes on me should be inhibited.
My image was once my trophy I mourn the loss, it is lonely
It is lonely because without a trophy, I am without identity.
A trophy is tangible, something I hold on to
Without it I am floating, no safety net, I fall through
Only now I am with identity, its growing as we speak. I am seen.
But in a way that doesn’t demean my attributes that used to be so weak
And I’ll speak.
I’ll speak because I am now strong
I don’t need a trophy to feel that I belong
Life is no longer spent merely existing
I’ll approach it roaring like lions are strong and persistent
Everyday a new challenge, give it no break
I’ll never give up and thats what it’ll
Take it in stride, grace and maturity
I am now open to share insecurities
Theres purity now to the words that I speak
Because I value honesty and honestly validation is still what I seek
So when Im called talented I am filled with pride
But it is twisted, pride surely subsides
Its connection I’ve found that truly makes me sing
The friendships I’ve made let’s me know that I am something
I’ll throw away my trophy, figured out it was cheap metal
We are worth more than an image, golden is where we should settle
So look at me world, I won’t be ashamed
Because I’m badass, I’m killin it I’m taking back the reigns.