“I make no apologies for how I choose to repair what you broke.” -Meredith Grey
I refuse to apologize to you for being too harsh, too cruel, too outspoken. With you, there is no such thing. There are no words harsh enough for what you did.
I will not apologize for not becoming what you tried to beat into me, what you tried to beat into us. I refuse to let your icy handprints on my face infiltrate my soul.
I will not apologize for not fixing my defiant face to a more palatable one in the face of your cruelty. I am proud of what I did as a child. I am proud of who I am in spite of my parents.
I will not apologize for not letting you touch me at all. For refusing to play pretend with a childish grown up. Your games are beneath me.
I refuse to apologize for refusing to darken the doors of that dank slimy place with a steeple. You don’t deserve to be offended. You don’t deserve me.
I refuse to apologize for who I am anymore. You don’t get to critique the way I heal from the way you tried to shatter me. I belong deeply to myself. I am fire and you are dust.