ownership

Rebelling

When I was young I went through a hard time involving abuse. For the rest of my life I’ve been running away to find...I don’t know what! 

I used to jump out of my bedroom window all the time, climb out onto the garage roof and run away up the road. I would meet my friends and just hang around with them, having fun and a laugh. Sometimes we even went to the pub – anything to avoid going home. However, nearly always I would get found out and brought back home. I rebelled and went straight back out and did the same again! 

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Keywords: 
identity, memories, ownership

#sorrynotsorry

I told you something. I regret that now. 

“Where’s your self-respect?”

Right here where it belongs, stalwart, and unaffected. I wish the rest of my feathers were as difficult to ruffle. 

You are ashamed of me. That’s a shame. You taught me that what society considers normal isn’t always right.

You told me it would almost be better if I was desperate and believed I had no choice, that I was not a self-confident young woman who does as she wishes with her body - despite the restrictions put upon her by society.

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