I was bullied in elementary school. Girls are mean. I met them on their level a couple of times and when I did, I was always the one who got caught. I took more bathroom breaks than normal, hoping someone nice would follow me and ask if I was OK. I cried in the stall and came back to class with red, puffy eyes, and no one said anything. When I tried to beat the mean girls at their own game, I never got any joy from it. I was also really bad at it. I was obvious. I wanted someone to find out and LISTEN TO ME. But I know that they also probably needed someone to listen to them. I’ve realized something: now I can be the help I wanted then for women now. I can listen and provide a safe, nonjudgmental space. We have all given and received . I can’t change the world, but I can help make a small difference. If you need someone to talk to, I’ll be there with popcorn and wine.
(Photo by @sararanlett & HMU by @ms.kitten)