“I am brave,” I whisper to myself. And I am. I am so, so brave. As is every girl who manages to escape someone like you with even a shred of herself left. I may have lost a lot of tears. I may’ve lost my trust and my dignity and my friends and my hope, but I didn’t lose me. Not entirely. I was brave enough to leave just a sliver of myself that can regenerate and regrow. So many girls don’t. Always, always be the girl who does.
