I always have to stay strong. I have to stand up for the weak. Not be weak. It doesn't work that way in my family.
It's difficult to admit that words can dig into my skin. I never want to show it hurts.
I'm actually thankful that I got to experience these events and hear the words that once cut me in pieces. Now, I look back and know that I can learn from them. Prepare myself for the next time or even prevent it from occurring.
I never got bullied as a child but I did get hurt, emotionally.
I'm glad to be me and even if I do feel alone in the world at times, I'm alive. And I can change the world. I can listen to the shouts of those in pain, give a helping hand, and speak my words. I am Dahlia Carmona.