How powerful it would be to name the truth: That as a little girl I was full of goodness and beauty And the people around me— bullies on playgrounds, abusers in dark bedrooms, and addicts— consumed me.
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How powerful it would be to name the truth: That as a little girl I was full of goodness and beauty And the people around me— bullies on playgrounds, abusers in dark bedrooms, and addicts— consumed me.
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“What is pride, if we can have love shown to us instead?” I exhaled as I heard someone speak those words on a podcast. My pride is in my ability to do everything alone and not to need anyone.
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