When people can’t find flaws in who I am today, they dig into my past, as if that defines me. It’s almost amusing how they cling to outdated versions of me, trying to use my history as ammunition against my growth. But what they fail to realize is that every mistake, every setback, and every chapter they bring up has shaped the person I am now. My past isn’t a weakness—it’s proof of my evolution. So let them talk; I’ll keep thriving, leaving them to argue with someone I no longer am.
