“Oh, it hurts so much when babies cry. They can not verbalize what they are feeling; maybe it’s a headache or maybe it’s nausea or maybe she is simply hungry. But who can tell exactly what it is? We can only guess.”
I’m sorry men. You see I’m the one messed up and no one’s managed to really fix me.
Your first instinct on helping someone feel better about anything from a cold to heartbreak to the stress of moving is to feed them.
All because I had a baby.
I’ve earned it.
I learned how to hold my head of high and be proud of who I am. I learned what the real meaning of beautiful is and I continue learn what it feels like to be loved to the moon and beyond.
He should love only when the time is right.
Thank you for teaching me to admit when I am wrong. There will be days when I want to be right but will inevitably not be.
I can barely describe to you what it felt like to pee blood, to struggle to keep from screaming out in dorm shower as soap finds its way between your legs, and what washing rape blood from white sheets does to a person.
The parts of your life that were on pause will begin to play again.