Bumble Bee

I am safe. I am healing. I wish I did not have to be so strong, so resilient. But I am glad it molded me into who I am today. When I was 16, I began working as a lifeguard. My first real job, my first place I felt like a had my own independence. I woke up one morning and went to work and my life changed forever. Name took that from me. An older lifeguard in his 40s sexually assaulted me every day after that when we worked together. He told me it was okay, that I was cool. He told me if I did not listen, he would do it to my other friends and coworkers. I hated myself. I hated him. I hated everyone that saw me crying out for help and did nothing. An adolescent with an attitude problem was what I became. Almost 15 years later I am finally healing. I'm in therapy and working on loving the person I see in the mirror and getting to know her. I want the anxiety to go away. I want the ED to go away. I want the negative self-talk to go away. I want to be proud of the woman I have become. I don't want Name and what he did to me haunt me anymore. I want to pave a path for others to know that there is a light at the end of the dark tunnel. To not let anyone, take away your wings. A bumble bee gets up every day and chooses to fly even though it's not physically supposed to be able too. Someday I want to be that bumble be. Or maybe I already am, and I just haven't noticed yet.