I am older now but sometime ago I was young. And I wanted to be something I never was meant to be by some ppl, liked, accepted, admired. Everyone is not going to like you, they are not going to like your decisions but who cares about them. But when you are a teen you don't think about that, you just want to be popular and you will go far to achieve it.
Which is what I did. Which is what most girls do. They dress slutty thinking they could get attention, they have sex with guys to early. For me and this may not be the case for everyone but for me sex was nothing when I was young. It was nothing for a very long time. No feeling but what was it that kept me saying yes? What allowed me to show these faceless boys an intimate part of me that just anybody should not be allowed to know. Sex is Serious! But no one wants to face that, we treat it like nothing. Like taking a nice short walk and calling it a day. It's NOT. When you have sex with someone, you are opening up a part of yourself almost like an open wound that you are allowing infections to get in. (WOW) And sometime you don't notice that it is infecting you, hurting you, will potentially come out in ways that you can't imagine in your teen years. I never thought that one day I would be in therapy crying about all the guys I had sex with, at the altar year after year, day after day asking God why did I have sex with so many people after a bad break up by the guy I thought would love me forever.
So I could go on and on. And I can say don't have sex until you're married. But maybe somewhere out there some teenager is having great sex! And they are all into this person but are you ready for a baby? An STD? Do you know who the other person is having sex with. It's really different for girls than boys! It really is! Think of it like this.. A boy can simply pull it out not get undressed get inside of you while still wearing his pants and no one will really know what's going on. But a girl, woman, young lady has to literally expose herself, take off her panties, pull down her pants, lift up her skirt, wear a skirt! You have to expose yourself apart of you that should only be seen by a man that loves you no matter what. Not some random guy who may or may not be there when you wake up. Who has another girl and you know about it and deal with just because you want to keep him.
We have to care about ourselves first before anyone else cares about us. We have to respect ourselves first before anyone else does. Oh How I wish I could read this when I was 14. It would have saved me, from looking for something that those guys could not give me in no shape or form, It would have saved me money on therapy, and maybe just maybe I would have noticed that my husband was awesome sooner! But who does things the easy way.
I'm just saying! And I hope it helps someone.
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This was great and inspiring! Go Cece!
I was 14 when a male associate A.M.E preacher sexually molested me in his home after a church choir event. I told parents, who did not believe, and essentially this ordeal faded into the past.
Sharing this story, as you've shared, has inspired and enlightened peoples through the years, and has served as a cautionary tale of misguided trust in spiritual iconic leadership.
My youthful want to be accepted and appreciated by those I esteeme caused a horrible of abusive event. So, I understand perfectly why girls in similar circumstance do what was done.
It's all about how I felt inside, which caused me to be in a position to be molested. Now, don't get me wrong, that man was a devil; and good rest his soul (he died a horrible cancer and HIV riddled death), he should have made the peace with his maker that he never made with me. I should've gone home but I wanted to hang with some other kids that I thought were cool, and ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I love your candor, and honesty; and maybe someone will read this and be helped. Thank you for helping me.
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