When I look in the mirror isn’t takes everything in me to not pick myself apart like he once used to. The girl I used to be- confident and happy, she’s an illusion of what I once was. And it’s not that my reflection staring back at me ugly- but a girl can only be put down so many times before she starts to believe the things that are being said.

Sometimes when I look in the mirror I still see the handprints that he’s left behind on my arms. Or the possessive markings he left behind to let everyone else know that I belonged to him. There was no other choice for me, he was in control of both himself and me. How do I escape this nightmare?

If I stare at the reflection in the mirror long enough, will the image change? Will I finally be able to see the strong ass woman staring back at me and move on with my life? I guess only time will tell.