Confessions of a 21st Woman

When I was younger they told me the reason the little boy was hitting me is because he liked me

 I believed them.

And I grew up allowing myself to be hurt

Because that was love. 

I didn't want to question my mom and my aunt

They had to know better than me what love meant

But I'll tell you what, the first time I said no and meant it, I've never felt more untouhable

Who knew one simple syllable could be such a game changer?

The point is, my darling

Do not let his broken promises

his late night disappearances

his screams

Or his fists even

Determine your worth

Cause baby i can promise you

If he doesn't want you in all your beauty

That has to do with him

Not

YOU.