an experience with boys.
He told me I was pretty and I took it as a compliment, because frankly, I don't think I am pretty.
He told me he wanted to get to know me, he said he wanted to talk.
I knew what he really wanted, but I was willing to ignore my instincts in hopes that maybe I was wrong.
Well, I wasn't wrong.
In fact, I've rarely been wrong when it comes to boys.
So from now on I will not be sweet. I will not be easy to talk to.
I will not allow them to walk all over me any longer.
I will walk into every room with my chin up, because I will walk into every room knowing I am
stronger and more
than any one of those boys.