Rumors are the shards of glass that fall from the shattered chandelier of adolescence.
They stick in your feet as you try to walk by them with your head held high and scar your hands when you try to clean them up.
When you get dressed and try to go about your day, they constantly sting and burn.
Everyone notices your hands. They heal quickly though, that’s the good news. People will forget.
But at night, when the world is quiet and the shoes you had to wear come off, the shards are still there, so deep you can’t extract them.
They’re still there in your 20’s when you’re deciding what kind of life you want.
They’re still there in your 30’s when you’re asking “is there anything more?”
They’re still there in your 40’s when you’re teaching someone else how to navigate the world.
Maybe you can find a way at some point in your life to overcome the pain and help someone else through theirs. You can’t get that time back though and sometimes it all comes rushing back.
Something to remember though, that’s helped me down the road, is that nobody starts a rumor about someone who doesn’t matter. Your magnetic qualities, your strengths and your charisma made you a target. You get to keep those things.
You couldn’t have prevented it. That’s how rumors work. Rumors are the things you didn’t do. Someone else is responsible for causing that kind of pain.
Just don’t be that someone else. You’re better than that.