October272013

All of these pictures are credited to toricovers.tumblr.com 

Just thinking of this beautiful song again…

I had my own encounter with christian boys as a kid.. 

Mormon boys to be exact.

The name of one popped up on my friend’s facebook today.

The curse of living in a small town.

Why am I not completely over this yet?

This song heals me a little every time I hear it I feel like.

But then I also can’t seem to let it go.

We were kids. 

I was 13.

They were 14 and 15 or 16 I believe.

Of course, being the girl, the bishop blamed it all on me.

Didn’t even know that the older brother started it.

I guess I just wish they knew..

How much it affected me. Though I am grateful it got me out of that religion. It just wasn’t for me. I have my own spirituality now.

I want them to know how much it hurt me though. I want them to realize that there are other kids, growing up in that church, feeling the way I did. I want them to know the damages of patriarchy.

And yet of course they would never get it.

Just write it down as “oh there goes that crazy girl again.”

Sigh..

SickSick.

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