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I know it still hurts, I know it was always sting. But let yourself live without hatred of your scars, let them be beautiful.
Healing is to forgive yourself, to forgive others but never forget. Free yourself from your chains, push forward.
I was 6 years old when I met him. He was 11, almost twelve. He lives two houses down from me - he was so fun. Loud, crazy, wild, unapologetically himself. One night, we were hanging out on his trampoline. I was seven, he was almost 13. I was in a phase of always wearing dresses. I was sitting down my legs open slightly. He collapsed in front of me, and before I knew what was happening, his head was in between my legs, his nails digging into my thighs. I didn't understand, didn't know it wasn't okay. I didn't hate it, so I let him do as he pleased. I thought that would be the end of it. It wasn't. It continued for years, his hands always all over me, his lips always sealed to mine. He told me it was normal. That it was okay. He said that it was just playing. But that our parents wouldn't like it, so not to tell them. I didn't. Until one night - I was almost 9 years old. He shoved me into the bathroom, and I couldn't comprehend what was happening as my clothes were stripped away from me. He was almost 15. We had just been dancing and roller skating before, I didn't know what made it change. But it did change, and I lost my virginity in the bathroom, against my will, before I even reached double digits. It took me until I was almost 11 to tell my mother, and when I did, I was told I could never see him again. He moved away. I was so guilty. But I'm not anymore. I am free if his hands, free to be me. I went through years of self-harm, suicidal thoughts, eating disorders, etc. I'm on my way to recovery, and I won't ever settle that low again.
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