F-word! F-word! FFFFFFFF-WORD.

^^^^^we be that word with an ed.

How many women have a story like that? Where you learn to stop asking for help? When you stop wearing clothes that fit because you think it is your fault that some dude pushed you against a wall and touched your body forcefully at school… in the hallway… full view of the teachers… and that’s what you were told when you asked the counselor for help: “you shouldn’t have been so _________, worn that ________ or said that ________.”

HOW MANY?????

HOW MANY HAVE MANY MANY STORIES LIKE THAT?!?

HOW MANY OF US HAVE A SHIT BOYFRIEND, SHIT HUSBAND, OR 2, 3, 4… then get told by our own family that “he really loves you. He just misses you. He told me he thinks you hate him for NOOOOOO REASON!”

How many of us hate for “NO” reason? How many of us are impossible to please?

We’re going to have to be our own authority figures. We’re going to have to figure out healthy, non-maladaptive ways to protect ourselves and each other.

F-WORD!