Meditating on Labels

I have been called bitch, ugly, loser, bad step-parent, lousy girlfriend, terrible person, failed veterinary technician, poor art historian, and not worth it.

I have been called intelligent, beautiful, selfless step-parent, wonderful girlfriend, compassionate person, amazing veterinary technician, innovative art historian,
and worth the world.

These words and labels, good and bad, don’t matter at all. The only words that matter are the words I say to myself when everyone else is gone.