Years of hard work and dedication destroyed in an instant.
Every repeated mantra, “I am worthy, I am enough,” a lie.
All the trauma I worked through.
Reminding myself daily, if you wouldn’t want someone talking that way to your best friend or mother, why would you talk to yourself that way?
Every ounce of hard-earned self-love rendered useless in one swift motion.
FUCK! You bloody fucking idiot! What the hell is wrong with you why can’t you look where you’re going you useless pile of human shit you’ve broken your damn toe this time god damn that hurt!
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Monique Nelson
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