My angry 14 year old self was right.

Age 13-16ish, I was angry as fuck. Angry at everyone. I would scream at my parents when they mocked me or humiliated me or otherwise mistreated me.I also slammed doors, broke things, put holes in walls. I often got slapped or slammed against a wall in response. My parents eventually removed the door to my bedroom, as well.

I've lived with such disgust for my teenage self ever since I grew up (read: became a people pleaser) at age 17ish. I HATED the way that I was back then. People in my family told me how "mean" and "angry" I was. Told me I was "bossy" around my friends. My sister even told me that I was physically ugly at that age.

Know what I realized today?

That little teenage girl was RIGHT.

She was right to be angry. Her boundaries were sacred. And what did they do to them? They destroyed those boundaries, destroyed her self-worth, turned her into a people pleaser with NO idea how to stand up for herself.

How can I be disgusted with that little girl when she had stronger boundaries than I've ever had in my adult life?

Sure, it's not healthy to break things, etc, and I don't do that anymore. But that angry girl deserves a high throne in my heart. She's my key to enforcing my boundaries, which I haven't been able to do for so long.

As Hozier says: I should have worshipped her sooner.