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You know what I’ve realized?
Insults say more about the person giving them than the one receiving them.
They’re not just words — they’re windows into someone’s insecurity.
They can laugh, deny it, even swear they’re “just being honest.”
But deep inside, they know.
They know that the reason they’re throwing stones is because something in you reminds them of what they wish they could be.

It’s not really your flaws they see — it’s your strengths.
It’s the way you keep going when they gave up.
It’s the way you shine in places they’ve stayed in the shadows.
It’s the way you carry a confidence they never built.

And instead of working on themselves, they try to work on you —
by tearing you down, by chipping at your spirit,
by trying to convince you that you’re less than what you are.

But here’s the thing: their insults can’t rewrite your worth.
Their words can’t lower your value.
If anything, they’re proof you’re doing something worth noticing.

So let them talk.
Because while they’re busy revealing their insecurities,
you’ll be busy revealing your growth.
And nothing makes an insecure person more uncomfortable than someone who refuses to shrink just to make them feel tall.
memoirs of ink-stained wounds
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memoirs of ink-stained wounds  25/F/Wonderland
(25/F/Wonderland)   
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   Blue Sapphire
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