when I was 14, I felt like no boy wanted me. I felt ugly and awkward, drab and undesirable. that 14-year-old girl continued to live inside of me and her voice stayed in my head. so when he came along and called me pretty, she fell to her knees. it was music to her ears. she heard nothing after that – she saw nothing after that. she decided right then and there she’d deny him nothing. all he ever gave her was the word pretty, and she went ahead and gave him absolutely everything.
