Why wasn't I good enough for you? Is it because I intimidated you? Did that give you the right to tear me down mentally and physically? Why did you put hands on me? Was it because you thought I was too weak to fight back? Or did you pick me out of the many women in the world who you made as your prey because I was happy and you were miserable? You are a coward. You are weak. You will never have the ability to hurt me again because I have taken back my power. I am loved, and most importantly, I am loved by me. For decades, I didn't know that I am the one who is the narrator of my story and that my happy ending is up to me.
Charlena E. Jackson, Dying on The Inside and Suffocating on The Outside
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Dying on the Inside and Suffocating on the Outside
Teen FictionPeople often say that silence is golden. In certain cases, it is. But when someone is suffering from an eating disorder, silence can lead them down a dark and isolated path. A young woman named Skylar has found herself on this path. As she strives t...
