Beautifully Broken

We need to get something really straight here: she’s not broken, ok, she just healed wrong. 

So don’t mistaken her “bitchiness” for anything other than survival. 

Because she’s already done the math and she’s seen the 15 different ways you could draw her in, only to leave her…broken, and without explanation. 

So maybe instead of calling her “damaged”, how about this?  Maybe, just MAYBE, you could admire the way she’s survived all those other jackasses before you.  

And maybe, just MAYBE, she’s just not sure if she wants to find out the hard way that you’re gonna be one of them, too. 

Maybe YOU’RE just not worth it. 

So why don’t you go and prove to her that the next chapter of her book isn’t going to be the shitty second act where she’s hurt yet again?

Why don’t you become the amazing third act? The one where she finds someone who respects her scars as body art and as strength, and her fear as a reminder that she never felt safe and always had to protect herself and those she loved? 

Do THAT! 

Give her THAT! 

She deserves THAT happy ending. 

Because a survivor doesn’t fit nicely into a little box, a template, a mold of what you think! 

They will present as crazy, and bitchy, and aggressive, and damaged….to protect against the next piece of shit that tries to hurt and control them. 

Because she was broken, and she healed in a broken way. 

And now she is beautifully, beautifully broken, and she is much stronger in ways that you cannot begin to recognize or understand. 

So before you label her, before you label her and assume you understand the emotional terrain she’s navigated, only to become just another person in a long line of people that hurt her, 

maybe 

you

could

 

think about being the one who celebrates just how beautiful she is, “broken” and all. 

Beautifully, beautifully broken…..