6 a truth to replace their lies:

 


They said I looked like an addict.
But I was fighting for my life.

My body changed.
My weight dropped.
My eyes betrayed me.
My hands trembled — not from drugs, but from disease.

And while they whispered rumors, I whispered prayers.
While they turned away, I faced each day.

I am not what they said.
I am not their assumption.
I am not their insult.

I am a survivor of a condition they never took the time to understand.

And I forgive myself for ever believing them.


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