I’ll never forget this label.
This label made me feel probably the most insecure out of all of them.
It made me think bad things about myself:
A bad friend.
A bad student.
A target for bullies.
Someone who betrays.
Someone who has nothing better to do.
It’s funny, because now I can sit here and understand that none of these are true.
I look back on all the times I spoke up, and every time I got the courage to say something, it was for someone else.
Every time I said something that could have labeled me a snitch, I was trying to protect someone. Whether it be their physical body, or their feelings.
I never told on someone just because.
I can remember all of the times I didn’t say anything when It was just me, being picked on, made fun of, getting hurt.
But I always tried to make sure others were okay.
I never told out of spite or malice. I told out of love and concern.
I think that this is something that has bothered me for a very long time.
The fact that I felt like maybe I was a snitch.
And though I may just be trying to justify my actions by saying that I did it out of love, I believe it.
I don’t believe that label applies to me. Not anymore.
I’m done carrying that around.
I’m also done allowing my past to dictate who I think I am, and instead I’m going to listen to the whisper.
The still soft whisper telling me that I am loved, and that I’m going to be okay.
That I don’t have to let past labels, or labels in general, define me now.