Self-Love/Self-Acceptance

My Past Doesn’t Define Me. It Inspires Me.

To say I had a good childhood would be true...until I was 12 that is. Then shit hit the fan. To protect my family who may read this and for those who know them, I'll leave it to your imagination to understand how a young girl with a bright future chose victimhood, resentment, booze, sex… Continue reading My Past Doesn’t Define Me. It Inspires Me.