It's not the first time I've driven myself to the airport. It won't be the last. But I was supposed to have a ride, instead my abandonment issues went nuts at 3:30 this morning.
Tag: Self Worth
I Hate My Body, But It’s What I’ve Got
I don't see what other people see when they look at my body. I see a living reminder of every horrific thing men have done to it.
What Self Worth?
Self worth is something I place a high priority on... in other people. It doesn't even exist in my emotional vernacular. The entirety of my life, my worth has based on my appearance and what I can provide to others. Worth and love have always been transactional. I'm no innocent, but I have been left to fend for myself, scrounging for and happily accepting any love, even if all the only love I can find has been coupled with abuse and rape.