Free To Be Me.
My childhood was good but it also contained abandonment, sexual abuse, insecurity, rejection, fear and shame. "Why did they leave me here?" "Don't tell or I'll hurt your parents." "You can't pronounce that word, you're an idiot." "You shouldn't wear sleeveless shirts, it isn't flattering on you." "Are you sure you really want to do that? That doesn't seem like you." "If people really knew this about you, they would not like you." "Is she ok, she doesn't smile." I was a scared girl, people I trusted hurt me. I was on guard, constantly. I became quiet. I didn't know how to react to things. If I cried I was too sensitive. If I was insensitive I was a cold wench. If I snorted when I laughed I was obnoxious. If I wanted to try a new style I couldn't pull it off. I just started being a chameleon, being whomever "they" thought I was supposed to be. I just wanted to...