Once I was 14 years old
9 years ago I was molested.
Some people know, most don’t. I have been walked all over by many in life regardless of gender. I crave validation, and take any negatives to heart because of it.
I’m trying to sort myself out, you cannot judge my worth. You cannot tell me if I’m enough, because the sheer effort I put in every day is more than enough.
I am beginning to stand up for myself. I refuse to be a victim. I was not a victim then and I am not one now. I am a person, I am a woman, who is making her own way in life in the face of adversity, just like everyone else.
I won’t lie and say that what happened to me doesn’t haunt me, I can’t walk alone at night without looking over my shoulder, wishing there was someone to hide behind. I constantly doubt myself. I can be so paranoid I won’t leave my room unless I’m working. But I have moved from strength to strength. I may fear, but I strive regardless.
I am not to be pitied. I am a force to be reckoned with. I am a kayak, hear me roar.
