Why did she always had to put her down? Nothing was ever good enough- Her body was never right. Her personality too straightforward and wild. She wasn’t allowed to speak to her father. She would be too childish to still kiss and hug him. She was a demon. A drama queen. A manipulator. And always too stupid, to choose the right man for her.

All she ever wanted was some acceptance.

Instead, she accepted all those false-beliefs projected on her and carried those around for years, until it had become part of her.

She punished herself, because she didn’t know… No one does.

That you don’t have to.