No one determines our worth—
not the ones who doubted us,
not the ones who left,
not the ones who tried to shrink us
into something quieter
so they could feel louder.
We are not defined
by the people who couldn’t see us.
We are not measured
by the moments that broke us.
We are not small
just because someone else
was afraid of our size.
Our worth was carved into us
long before the world decided
to name our scars.
It lives in our survival,
in our softness,
in the way we rise again
even when the ground trembles.
No one determines our worth—
we do.
We rewrite the story,
we choose the truth,
we decide who we are
and who we refuse
to ever be again.
And if anyone tries
to tell you otherwise,
let them talk.
Let them underestimate.
Let them watch you grow
into everything they swore
you’d never become.
Because here’s the secret
they never wanted us to know:
our worth is ours.
Untouched.
Unbroken.
Undeniable.
And we don’t need permission
to rise.
Through the Fog 