The feeling is beautifully frightening

A few years ago, I would be that fragile girl. The girl who would fake a smile whenever someone utters insults, intentionally or not intentionally would never matter because words are words and people can be harsh. I would be the girl who would be afraid to speak her mind because of her overwhelming insecurities and the girl who would feel so alone when in school eventhough she had tons of friends. Scared to tell people off if they went overboard. I would be the girl who was afraid. Weak and vulnerable.
But I am not that girl anymore.
The new strength found in me is a scary feeling, yet it is so beautiful. That feeling when in that one moment in life, where you find that little hope buried deep inside of you.. and at that moment you realize that you can survive. Now, I fight for what I believe in and I would not take an insult so easily. Now, I would not tolerate it when someone looks down on me. Now, I would say what I want to say but mind my words at the same times. Now, I would be nice to people who are nice to me because they deserve it. Now, I would have a better sense of what respect and responsibility is. Now, I am strong.
Now, I am strong.