Who has any right to judge me?
We all have our own stories.
We all have our own struggles.
We all have our own beliefs.
We all have our own fears.
We all have our own faults.
We all have our own failures.
We all have our own baggage.

Why don’t you take a look at your own, instead of pointing out all of mine? You don’t have any right to judge me, because you haven’t been where I have been. I am a warrior, whether you know it or not. I have fought many battles; won some and lost some. I am strong, because I have been weak. I am everything I am right now because of everything I have been through. If you were there, walking with me through my journey, maybe you would understand. But you weren’t. You were too busy pointing out my flaws, trying to disguise your own. But when I won my battle, you still couldn’t see your own. It must be hard to be blind, especially because everyone can see something you can’t.