"I am the one that survived my life's storm, baby"

[Stellata]

It's grief, but 'all' that died was something that never truly got born - my sense of self, a healthy self image, a body image of my body as something to be respected and private.
I have a self. It's my body. Not my mother's to dress like her's. Not my father's to scorn because it was female. Not my peers' to ridicule and throw things at. It's mine. All those years of not possessing my own body. It's so.. sad.

I have my body now. It's mine. But this emerging into it feels tenuous.

Can anyone else relate?

[whirlpools]

Yes. The "external" abuser made me very confused about whom my body belongs to and for what purpose.

The "internal" abuser (the Controllers) have very strict rules and very cruel comments about this to this day, and I struggle to regain what is truly mine.

Your body is miraculous, complex, and yours.

[shadow-light]

I think I can relate... I often think that my body and even my self is not mine, insted they exist solely for the benefit and pleasure of others... That is I ever do anything for me or even think anything of my own that it's bad, that I must only do and only think what others want me to.



But your body is yours it is noone elses

[foxfly]

I feel like this too--like my body is just for the taking. It was, too, for years. It's not a good feeling.