âBlessed be you, girl, promised to me by a man who can only feel contempt towards you.â
-Ptolemaea by Ethel Cain
I am horrified by my past religious beliefs. What I was convinced to believe about myself. I was raised to love myself my entire childhood, and yet strangers on the internet, with the help of ancient text, found the perfect words to convince me all the way in my heart that I was misled in that. I sometimes wonder if my heart will ever fully eject that poison.










