Your Body Doesn’t Belong To The Man Who Raped You
It wasn’t your fault. Your body doesn’t belong to the man who raped you.
It wasn’t your fault. Your body doesn’t belong to the man who raped you.
Take out some ice cubes and clench it in your palms. Be kind to yourself as they melt away, reminding you how your state of being is so fragile and fluid. You don’t have to preserve them in the freezer.
Maybe life is the easy act of existing. Being, instead of becoming.