16 years ago, I was 13.
I was depressed, a child in the middle of divorce, and coming off of the first huge loss I'd ever dealt with.
16 years ago, I went out with a guy I barely knew.
We ended up back at my house...alone.
16 years ago, one thing led to another.
I never said no. I never said stop. I never asked questions.
16 years ago was not my fault.
It was the first in a string of boys that would take advantage of my vulnerability and insecurity. (Partially thanks to the horrible messages I received)
I'm not proud of it. But I refuse to be ashamed.
I do not deserve to be punished. I do not deserve to be shamed. I do not deserve to be treated poorly.
...Even by my own thoughts.
16 years ago, my world changed in an instant.
And today, I'm holding my head high...where it belongs.
I was depressed, a child in the middle of divorce, and coming off of the first huge loss I'd ever dealt with.
16 years ago, I went out with a guy I barely knew.
We ended up back at my house...alone.
16 years ago, one thing led to another.
I never said no. I never said stop. I never asked questions.
16 years ago was not my fault.
It was the first in a string of boys that would take advantage of my vulnerability and insecurity. (Partially thanks to the horrible messages I received)
I'm not proud of it. But I refuse to be ashamed.
I do not deserve to be punished. I do not deserve to be shamed. I do not deserve to be treated poorly.
...Even by my own thoughts.
16 years ago, my world changed in an instant.
And today, I'm holding my head high...where it belongs.
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