This is What Eats the Heart
How I learned love isn't a body stripped and sold for parts.
The year I developed breasts and started to bleed my world became extremely loud. I was ten and twelve; not quite a woman but biology would have it differently. This was the time when boys started to notice me, and they had an urgent need to tell me about my body and what they could do to it. Clutching my books to my …
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