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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