I don't want revenge, and I don't want to get back at anyone. But I do want them to see me. I want everyone who watched me struggle, lose, try, and try again to witness what came after. The same people who told me to stop, who said I would never make it, that I wasn't worth it, that I would never get there. I want them to see me fall in love with myself and with the life I built anyway. I want them to remember their on words when they see me thriving. Not because I need validation, but because reality deserves an audience. I guess after everything I survived, endured, rebuilt, and healed from, I've earned just a tiny, tasteful amount of pettiness. If that little spark of satisfaction feels like healing, then maybe it's not pettiness at all, it's closure. And as a tiny, harmless consolation prize, Iwant them to gag just a little every time I laugh out loud and mean it.