The parts of me I loved fiercely as a young girl were my certainty and strength.
At age 5 I was brave, with a fierce sense of right and wrong, and a natural love of myself.
I wouldn't allow any other kid to talk down to me or mistreat me. I owned who I was, and I protected those I cared for. I was respected and popular in my neighborhood.
This changed when I was 7; my family moved to a new neighborhood, and suddenly my old love of self was gone, replaced by a picture of myself as pretender.Read More