I was getting dressed, a shy thing, at 22 years old, I had already had the confidence beaten out of me, I was young.
I had given birth to my first born just two weeks hefore, my body, as to be expected still swollen, still recovering from a 9 month marathon, still yet no chance to recover and return to its former glory'.
As I dressed myself for the day ahead, you followed me with your eyes, you looked me from head to toe, you scanned me for imperfections, "your body isn't as good it it used to be" you announced, flippantly, casually, cruelly.
I felt my heart physically sink, my confidence waned, my insecurities multiplied.
Yet I knew you were being unfair, that you'd judged me harshly, unfairly, I knew the power of words, I felt their consequences, yours left a gaping wound.
The words still clear as day, today, as that day.


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