“Bent but never broken; down but never out.” ~Annetta Ribken I lived for a long time thinking I was broken beyond repair.
Let me rephrase: I thought I was unloved, unworthy, scarred, and broken. What a package, right? It started young, never feeling like I was good enough for anything I did.
Being the youngest of the typical modern recomposed family in the eighties, I never knew on which foot to dance and always thought I needed to bend left and right to be seen and loved.
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