Spelling Victim

It's strange how an act of just a few minutes changed my life before it had even begun.
Before I learned how to look at myself in the mirror and tell myself that I was a strong girl, I had to unlearn looking at my reflection because before I had to be me I was forced to be someone else.
I was forced to be a little girl with a heart full of rage and a face that had on plastered not love for all but resentment for the world for it had victimized me before I could even spell the word victim.