“Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me…”
A stone is thrown and on it is the word “UGLY.”
Then another one labeled “STUPID.”
Yet another one titled “FAT.”
One by one stones begin to fall on you. Dozens. Hundreds. Thousands over time.
That first little stone stung a little, but they became an avalanche of pain as they built up. You soon don’t remember which stone that first one was. After time you don’t even bother trying to push them away from you. There is too many and you just lie underneath the avalanche of stones.
Sure words don’t feel the same as a real stone when thrown at you, but when hurled in anger they hurt and their intention is to break you.
Yet then I see something like this…
Somehow these flowers found the strength to adapt and to overcome the harshness of its surroundings. They aren’t a particular rare breed. Yet they are special because they challenged what was around them and persisted to bloom. Keeping their roots pushed firmly in the ground; they stretched until they found the nourishing light.
We can’t control what others say about us. What we can do is decide whether who we are is worth overcoming, adapting and blooming into our radiant beauty. Finding where are roots truly are in our family, friends and self image and stretching past the avalanche of stones into the light.