They found me in the trash.And for a long time, I believed them — believed I belonged there.That I was small, invisible, disposable.
But here's what they didn't understand:Trash doesn't rot when it's stubborn.Trash doesn't vanish when it's alive.Trash grows roots. Learns to breathe. And one day, it climbs out of the gutter and stands taller than the ones who threw it there.
I wasn't born into power.I wasn't chosen, or groomed, or gifted a crown.They gave me nothing but pain — and I turned it into gold.
So, if you're reading this…If you've ever been underestimated, discarded, or broken—Let them laugh.
Then let them watch.
Because one day, the world will look at youthe way they looked at me—not as someone who survived,but as someone they'd die to stand beside.
Sincerely,Kalyani Sharma(The girl they threw away. The woman they now protect.)