I tried so hard to be a good girl.
People would tell me if you don’t have something nice to say don’t say anything at all… so I didn’t say anything. I stayed quiet. I let people walk all over me. I had zero boundaries.
When people would hurt me, I would turn the other cheek. Who was I to complain? No one wants to hear a woman complain. Then she gets labeled a bitch or worse.
What did I do instead? I self-sabotaged. I’ve binged and purged. I drank to numb. I slowly killed myself from the inside.
But oh, I stayed quiet. And look where got me? 20 years of an eating disorder and now in AUD recovery.
Staying quiet almost cost me everything. And for what? To be a good girl?
How about a new definition for a good girl. Someone who speaks her truth. Someone who doesn’t let people walk all over her and stands up for herself. Even if it’s dubbed “unkind.” Even if she gets called a c***. ESPECIALLY if she gets called that.
A woman who walks wounded. A woman who stands up for herself in spite of what people will say.
“Wow Celeste, you’ve changed.”
Yes, I have. And thank god for that.
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