She stood at the edge of the water, wiggling her feet, the sand and water filtering through her toes with each wave reaching the shoreline.

Her parents were behind her, and she had been told not to go too far, they were chatting, having fun, distracted, but she had no intent to go too far, she was still in front of them, could still hear the sound ( Read more... )

I sometimes wish I'd not been born.

I never had a choice, never stood a chance.

You both decided that a child was what you wanted but your actions towards that child, me, would say otherwise?

You chose to have a child, even went through hardship… just to to have a child, why?

If I was all you wanted, had hoped to receive and bring into the world, why? ( Read more... )

You just need to love yourself

What is that, what does it look like?

Do things for you, just you

Like being alone, reading books, killing time?

No, not just to kill time; things that make you feel good

But I don't know how?

Well you need to find things that you can do to make you feel good, what do you do that you enjoy?

I do things to numb, to take up ( Read more... )

How can you describe something without a reference point?

To me, physical pain is tangible, understood, accepted as fact. Pain can be measured, tolerance is just something used and toted by the weak to validate their weakness, right?

Physical pain is temporary, and is attributed to a real world cause. It cannot be faked? How can what I feel be ( Read more... )

Its not you, it's me

That's my motto for life, constantly devaluing myself and my own needs and boundaries based on what you deem to be acceptable, what sits neatly tucked away in your conscience. How much are you really looking for the wellbeing of others instead of waiting for the desperate to knock on your perfectly polished door? Easily done ( Read more... )

Torn…..

On the one hand, I support that my gender have the right to choose their own destiny, to make money as they see fit to pay their bills and provide for themselves and their loved ones.

However I see the darkness in this. Why is there a need for them to do this? Why should they subject themselves to this just to please the fantasies of men?

How ( Read more... )

She lies in bed, silent.

She knows the sound of his car, footsteps on the stairs, the scratching of the key in the lock. She instinctively wakes up before he arrives, now this ritual is her normal. Her body subconsciously aware and preparing for danger.

Not danger, she tells herself. It's not dangerous, what's coming, it's just that she is so tired, ( Read more... )

She checks her phone, still no reply. She pauses, re reads her last message, then his message before hers. Was she too forceful? Was she overreacting as he had said? Perhaps this incident really wasnt the one to make her stand on.

She sighs, then shakes her head, anger and frustration once more rearing up at the momentary doubt. How many more let ( Read more... )

A glance in the mirror, the feeling of the muscles flexing and moulding my face into the shapes I know so well. I can see reflected back at me in my mind's eye as it takes form, an involuntary action, yet even as I realise, I am powerless to stop it.

Caught in the reproduction of the same the face I studied and gauged so often in my childhood years ( Read more... )

She stood, suddenly alone amidst a room full of excited girls, seven to one room. She was the youngest at only 8, out of place, vulnerable and distrustful.

There was nowhere to hide, no safe space to collect her thoughts or hide from probing eyes, probing questions, why was she so different? She consciously pulled her dress as far down her legs as ( Read more... )