When You Don’t Need Men To Love You They Can Never Hurt You

“I hated the body I was given from birth: the body that’s been felt up and physically and emotionally bruised by so many men. This body never felt like mine.

I wanted to know what it was like to have a body that actually belonged to me, a vessel that wasn’t damaged by disgusting, horny men who didn’t value it.”

I treated myself like a peasant for love.

I allowed men to treat me like a damn peasant, all because they promised me love.

I was hungry for intimacy, and they intentionally placed crumbs by my feet to keep me coming back for more. I was belittled, stepped on, taken advantage of, humiliated, assaulted, and unloved. I was obedient and tried it their way, and I was left with nothing. I was ready to die.

The relationship I shared with sexual trauma and suicide took me literal years to dissect. And once I got my answer I couldn’t stop crying.

The real reason I wanted to die was because I yearned for a new body. I hated the body I was given from birth: the body that’s been felt up and physically and emotionally bruised by so many men. This body never felt like mine. I wanted to know what it was like to have a body that actually belonged to me, a vessel that wasn’t damaged by disgusting, horny men who didn’t value…