The Chronicles of a Survivor

ear older. I was at the stage where at this point of life you had to look like what society had looked like. Black, beautiful, “thick” as they would say it, flat stomach, fat ass,

nd love at an early age, because you do not know the true meaning of love. I thought it was just a vicious belief that they carried; however, it was the best thing I have ever heard because they are so right. When you are young, you are excited by the emotion love. You are excited because you are not used to such a feeling. My parents were never the affectionate typical “I love you’ every time I go off the phone with them. This emotion was so different to me, it was a foreign emotion that had moved into my body. I forgave him, I was in love, there was no way I could lose the only thing that saw me. That appreciated my body when I could not, I thought it was love. I needed to be seen else I could not. Well, he had been with another women, I had found ways to feel unseen, I felt broken, I turned to self-harm. The most malicious thing you can do to the temple of your beautiful body is by self-harming. The universe has created us to always be appreciative of our temples, regardless of what it looks like, the universe created us so uniquely that we would not look like anyone and that we would be our own person. Self-harming felt right at that given moment, maybe if he knew that I was so in love with him to the point of me killing myself he would than come back and love me wholeheartedly. Once again, if someone loves you so deep and it is pure, intentional, you will ne