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

ten 

times 

stronger and more 

fierce 

than any one of those boys.