I am not another statistic.
I am not another sad story, or love song, or memory.
I am flesh and bone, heaven and earth, human and spirit.
I didn't let my parents divorce ruin me, although it hurt for years as I tirelessly looked to heal my relationship with my fathers through men I dated.
I didn't take my own life, even though I thought about it every single day while going through the toughest part of my childhood.
I didn't let bullying destroy me, even though I was literally chased at a party and forced to leave for my own safety.
I didn't crumble under the need for everyone else's approval even though I still battle not caring what you think.
I didn't fall apart when he cheated on me, and all the men that came after that did too - even though I wanted to believe it meant I wasn't good enough.
I didn't let that eating disorder kill me, even though the self-loathing was so loud it could fill up an entire room.
And I certainly didn't let my worth be attached to something as frivolous as beauty even though it took me twenty nine years to respect the dynamic expression I call my body.
You see, I didn't become another statistic - I lived, prevailed, did whatever it took to crawl out of the hole I dug myself into but sadly this is not the story of every woman.
Please, reach out to a sister today and let her know how loved she is, how perfect her imperfections, how smart and funny and kind she is. Together, we can make a difference.