To the Little Girl I Used to Be:
The words stung.
Your sweet little girl heart couldn't understand a world where those words could be a lie.
So you believed them.
Blame for what happened to you turned to a name you answered to and lived by: Whore
Scarlett letters in the form of fat multiplied, and a prison you lived in.
But the words were not true.
It wasn't your fault.
You didn't ask for it, or allow it to happen.
The shame heaped upon you was a projection of their shame, not yours.
You can stop preserving those scarlett letters, and let the wounds heal.
Whore is not a name you need to answer to or live by.
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