Pa, no one can be you. I never appreciated what you had left for me until I was 20, high and on my balcony and broken-hearted trying to find your number to tell you what was wrong, and you consoling me saying, “It’s OK, life happens and I’m here for you.” But here’s the thing… you’re not here, Pa.
So to all the girls out there who are fighting a battle similar to mine, you are not alone. Please remember that even though it is not completely your fault, you still have a right to your dignity and life. Never let trash bring you down.
Interestingly enough, I recently came across a website where local sexual contents are being shared by the members. It was purely out of curiousity, but as I was scrolling down, I saw something.
I told my friend, “I think I still have a lot to do, a lot to check off my bucket list. One of it being, living and working in a different country, if really, I tied the knot; can I still do what I always want to do?”
Yes, I’ve been so used to the compliments ‘Hey, you’ve got such a pretty face’, or ‘your face is hot’, or ‘you’re so damned pretty’. I know that within these words lie the subliminal messaging of ‘you’d be the perfect package if your body was too, though’.
While I was on my first solo trip to Medan, Indonesia, I decided to ‘journal’ my thoughts or observation when I had time to do so (which was a lot of time as I had to wait for transport, as well as make use of the free time I had during the night and some parts of the day).
My words were designed for one thing: to penetrate into the recipient’s mind and cause as many physical responses as possible.