Change the headline

For some time I have unknowingly been the topic of judgement regardless of the truth of who am I as a person. I try to tell myself, like others, that it doesn’t matter what people think of me because it doesn’t. But being a people pleaser and someone who trust so freely I tend to be the one hurting and judged for things I don’t even see I am doing or saying that is being dissected. To have my whole person judged for being vulnerable and giving makes me feel extreme hurt and confusion.

So I am changing my headline.

I am changing the narrative of what I hear and see.

If that makes me delusional or different than so be it. I asked myself recently if my mom were alive what would she tell me. What would she say?

My mom, Monica, was a women that commanded a room, she didn’t take shit from no one, and if she had a problem she would speak on it. She was bold, fun, and unapologetically herself regardless of what anyone else thought. I wish my mom was here today to protect me. To guide me. To teach me. I wish she could tell me everything will be okay.

I know I’m not a bad person. And I have definitely made some questionable choices in life. But to be prosecuted for the very person I am is an insult.

And as my mother would say, “Who cares?”

My name Justice.

I am from Kansas City!

I was adopted. I was bullied. I was homeless. I was raped. I was abused and used. I have been to jail. I cuss like a sailor. I shit the same shit like everyone else.

I am also a animal advocate. I stand up to bullies. I care for the homeless. I advocate for domestic violence victims. I forgive!!!! I am forgiven. I don’t need anyone to look at me and accept me. Because I accept myself. My family accepts me. God accepts me! And that’s all I need to know.

Don’t let anyone take your rays of light!

Don’t let anyone take joy from you!

Don’t let anyone rent room in your head with their hurtful words and judgement of you!!

You know who you are and you are amazing!!