My father taught me to read a person’s body language,
so that I could recognize when a punch was coming.
I taught myself to read what a person’s body was saying,
so that I could offer them comfort even if they didn’t say a thing.
My father taught me that it was better to hide,
because there was less of a chance that I would be hit.
I taught myself to shine brightly and to remain visible,
because even though I was afraid, I was tired of hiding.
My father taught me to hate myself and everything I was,
that I should be ashamed of the secret that I held within myself.
I struggle with self love and self care, but I finally believe
that I am worthy of both, and I no longer hide who I am.
My father taught me to hate everything that didn’t look like me,
that anyone who didn’t fit the right mold was worthy of disdain.
I taught myself to love those that don’t fit in, that don’t conform.
I’ve realized that life doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has
to be lived.
Wow. I’m sorry you had to go through such trauma. Such strength to come out the other side. Thank you.
Thank you Melissa! Sending sparkles to you!