When I was seven, I was so scared of going outside alone, I accidentally took a life.
But by thirteen, I was jumping out of windows and running from cops in the middle of the night for a boy who told me he loved me and I believed him
You gotta do what you gotta do to keep your man happy.
When I was nine, I remember asking my mom if I looked "fat and pregnant" in a certain shirt.
When my first boyfriend told me that it wouldn't hurt for me to "lose a few" pounds, I knew she was lying when she said no.
Fat shouldn't have been in my vocabulary list at such a young age.
At fifteen, I came to the conclusion the pieces of me that he had stolen were not necessary for me to be complete,
If you wouldn't have worn that outfit, he wouldn't have come after you
As if an outfit gives consent even though my lips never said the word "yes."
