School days often brought together friends from very different financial backgrounds. For those of us who had less, maturity came early. We quietly learned what to demand and what to let go of. We measured our wishes carefully, because we knew the value of every small thing.
Yet, those years weren’t easy and were not always kind.Friends laughed at simple clothes, called out for not keeping up with trends, or assumed lack of sense of style. They never realized that behind the silence was a child who had to carry the weight of being different . It felt far too personal, too raw to talk about.
Time, however, has a way of shifting everything.Hard work, building own paths changed life.The financial conditions once a struggle became steady, and the life dreamt off slowly came true. But people around remain the same. Those who once mocked now say with a smirk, “Oh, finally you’ve learned to dress well.” They see the surface, never the struggle. They don’t know the sacrifices, the sleepless nights, the grit that shaped one.
And here is the learning- One can’t go around correcting them. Some people will always find something to say. But I no longer seek their validation. Because I know my journey. I know what it means to value every single thing I own, every little dream I’ve achieved, and every milestone I’ve reached. Nothing was ever handed to me—I earned it all, step by step.
That’s why today, even as life looks different from the outside, I remain grounded. Because the essence of who I am was shaped in those very years of silence and struggle.
And maybe they never will understand.But that’s okay because we know what it means to earn every single thing, not inherit it. We know the worth of life beyond labels. We know the quiet dignity of struggle, and the unshakable pride of resilience.
✨ I may look different now, but deep within, I am still that same person—only stronger, wiser, and deeply grateful for the road that made me who I am.
Blessmesai 