berthagorgon

[berthagorgon]

It's okay.

It's okay to mourn the lost of who you were.

It's okay to mourn the lost of how felt.

It's okay to feel vulnerable.

It's okay to feel lost.

It's okay to feel to much.

It's okay to feel empty.

It's okay to don't know yourself, you have plenty of time to find you.

It's okay to get lost sometimes.

It's okay to don't know everything.

It's okay to be imperfect.

It's okay to feel hollow.

It's okay to take your time.

It's okay to just do nothing.

It's okay to lose.

It's okay to be.

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[berthagorgon]

Women.

I'm 4 years old.

And a boy in my class always pulls my hair.

He shouts mean things to me.

I can't stand it anymore so I fight him.

That morning when he yells at me I yell back.

He starts crying and the teacher scolds me during break.

"You shouldn't talk to him like that, he's just a child" she says.

I tell her he doesn't leave me alone.

"boys will be boys" She answers "he likes you for sure"

That night while I hug my teddy, I can't stop thinking of how confusing are boys.

I'm 11 years old.

Yesterday I gave my first kiss.

I was walking out of class and my friend told me he wanted to talk.

He took me behind the stands.

And told me he had like me since nine.

Before I had time to answer, he grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me.

When he left me go, I looked into he's eyes and fled into my home.

Next day in the playground I told my friends.

"Oh how romantic! " they exclaimed "You should see him today"

Im 17 years old.

And I still don't know a lot about boys.

Some said they like me with makeup some said they don't.

They say I look good in uniform but that my skirt is too short.

I've only kissed three boys.

A few whisper I'm a frigid, others whisper I'm a whore.

I'm scared of walking alone at night.

I'm scared old men at the bus.

I don't like they way they looked at me in when I'm at the beach.

I don't like what they comment in my posts.

I suppose I'm not as wise as mom says.

Becouse I still don't know anything about boys.

I'm 20 years old.

I've just got a good grade.

Friend says "We should celebrate"

We are dancing at the club.

Light and faces cover me like a blanket.

Some cute boy invites me to a drink.

I say "Yes, for sure"

We've dance for a while now.

I think I'm feeling a little dizzy.

"I going to the restroom" I tell him

When I reach the sink I look at myself in the mirror.

My eyes are wide and my hand are shacking.

I hear the sound of the door opening and the latch closing.

Is the nice boy of the dancing floor.

I tell him "I'm not felling good, I think I should go"

From my blurred vision I see him walking towards me with a smile on his face.

"You can't go home now, we've just met"

Everything is unclear from that moment, like if I am seeing it from the outside.

Like if it was all a movie.

Like if it didn't happened at all.

I think I told him to stop.

I think I told him not.

Im 21 years old.

I'm staying at my parents house for the weekend.

When the lights go out, mom finds me crying in the kitchen.

She asks "what happened to you, you're not the same since that night at the club"

For the first time in a year I confess.

She looks at me, shocked expression in her face.

She asks me "What were you wearing? "

She asks me "Did you drink too much?"

She asks me "Where you being a little too friendly with that man? "

I'm 30 years old.

I have a good job.

And I've just married a good man.

I love him with my whole heart.

But some times his face it an echo of others from the past.

In those moments I yell at him for crimes he hasn't ever commit.

Later at night I feel like shit.

Im 31 years old.

I feel satisfied with my life.

But others don't think the same.

"Now it's time for the Baby" they comment "Until then you'll never know what true happiness is"

I think I'm happy, I feel pretty satisfy.

But, I'm I really?

Am I wrong?

Am I mistaken?

Am I lost?

Im 32 years old.

I'm holding my baby for the first time.

The doctor says "congratulations is a girl"

My husband smiles, and I smile too.

Later that night I cry with her in my arms.

"I'm sorry little girl, I'm sorry for how you're gonna be treated"

That night I mourn the lost of the girl my daughter will have become if she haven't been born in this cruel world.

I'm 80 years old.

I've seen happiness.

I've seen lost.

I've seen everyone I love pass.

I've seen everything I love go.

I've seen my daughter grow and became the beautiful person she's now.

I've seen her cry.

I've seen her smile.

I think I'm old enough now.

And I can say without a doubt.

That I still don't know anything about boys.

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