Confronting my rapist

In the past I had my days to where I would cry and look at myself in disgust. I would wear sweatshirts and sweatpants on a daily basis, I wouldn’t get dressed up and I would stay at home, but in my rough time I found my ray of hope that gave me my confidence back, my laughs back, my happiness all together back.

During the rough times everything was black and white, and then slowly the sky’s became bluer and the sun became brighter.

I have my days like today of wanting to confront him and say yes, you took my happiness for some time but look at me now? I’m better, stronger, happier than ever before.. you may have bruised my self esteem but you didn’t break it.

This is then:

And this is me now:

I was 16 at the time and now I’m now 19 married to my ray of happiness 💓