I did die

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So I guess I was right all along...I did die in the end, just not in the way I thought I would.

The old me -the one who never stood up for herself, the one that let people walk over, the one that pretended she wasn't tearing apart at the seams- that me died. That piece of me died, and in the ashes that were left after all the destruction that came from the old me dying, a new me rose.

A new version of myself that I fell in love with, and a version that the people I cared about also fell in love with. This new me, she was powerful, she didn't stay quiet when she didn't agree with something,and most importantly she didn't let people treat her like a welcome mat anymore. She stood up for everything she believed in, and she wasn't afraid to fight for what she wanted. She was empowered,and beautiful and strong.

And when I could finally see her clearly after all the smoke had gone, I *knew*, I just *knew* that she was going to change the world, that she was going to do big things and helpvmake this world a better place. And I'm glad that the old me-the cowardly one- has died, for in her place has risen a warrior-a strong, empowered, badass warrior.

And to those who are not yet sure about leaving their old selves behind, I give one word of advice, and that advice is :"A better future lies ahead, when you choose to move on, move on from old regrets, insecurities and to let go of people and thoughts that have harmed you, for from your ashes, beauty shall rise."

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