Rewind

Time.
Let's think of the past.
So I use to be horizontally challenged.
And I had a rough childhood because of this.
And for some reason,
I don't seem to have any other vivid memories
besides the hurtful moments when I was teased and made fun of.
I am a product of hurt feelings.
I am a product of other's low self-esteem.
I am a product of relational aggression.

Although I try my best not to hurt others the same way,
I find myself consistently doubting my ability.
My brain has been formatted to think self-criticisms.
My eyes sees myself being great at things.
But my mind can't seem to accept them.

Self-contradicting.
It's weird.
Such paradox in a being
is definitely too much to understand.

Cabbage Wabbage