“I don’t like my body.” How many times have we heard these words, or better, how many times have we caught ourselves saying them? I know I am guilty of such a statement.
I never really paid much attention to my body until I met my first girlfriend. She was not a nice person. I was only 15 when I first met her. I look back and loath the very mention of her name. My first ex was verbally abusive. She was the kind of girl that would tear you down, abuse your love, and rip any innocence remaining. I was 15, and I had no idea what I was getting myself into. The first time we were together, it only lasted a week, but in that week’s time, my first girlfriend managed to take my kissing virginity… along with almost every other virginity she could get her hands on. In that one week, she managed to shatter my spirit. After an incident—which I considered to be date rape—I broke up with her.
Though I may have ended things, she and I later found our way back to dating one another. It was the biggest mistake of my life. I did some things I am not proud of, but worst of all, I let her do some things to me, which I could never take back. I am still not ready to disclose these stories within my story. Perhaps, on another occasion; however, I will tell you one detail in the chaotic novel that is my first ex and I.
