How did it feel when you saw me?
What was it like to see how much I have changed? To see how much better I have become?
How did it feel when I looked you in the eye instead of averting my gaze and looking at the ground?
Did it bother you to see me wearing clothes that accentuated my body instead of wearing jeans and baggy t-shirts that you had once convinced me were all I needed to wear?
What was it like to see my hair with highlights and my nails with paint on them? You were used to seeing my hair pulled up in a ponytail and my nails bitten off.
After all, I never needed to take care of my appearance. Not when you were telling me that I was ugly and no one was ever going to love me.
Was it weird for you to see this confident girl in front of you instead of a scared little girl?
It must have been. Because for 48 hours after you saw me, my phone continued to ring. If you weren’t calling me, you were texting me.
Threatening to destroy my life… for whatever reason you made up in your head.
I know what you wanted.
You wanted to still be able to control me. You wanted a reaction.
Instead, you got nothing. You received my silence because now I know you aren’t worth my time. You aren’t worth my words.
You thought I’m not strong enough to handle what you were throwing at me.
You thought I was going to cry in the corner and bend to your will.
Not this time… and not ever again.
Now I know your threats are empty and meaningless.
I’m not the scared girl you used to date and control.
I'm a strong woman, and you'll never be able to break me again.
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