To the Scorned Woman:

To the Scorned Woman: 

I've learned many lessons in my short life. 

I have faced battles that many grown women have yet to taste before the age of 20. 

I say this not out of pride, but to express in the rawest way possible that I know more than you think about life, love & religion. 

I've hated God.

I've convinced myself He doesn't exist at all. 

I've fallen in love with Him over and over again. 

I've tasted the distain of bitterness, the sweetness of romance and the rotten aftertaste of heartache. 

I have failed. 

At many things. 

I have bottled up pain so great it would bring even the strongest women to brokenness. 

Listen to me closely you broken woman. 

You scorned woman. 

You talked about, beaten, trampled over woman. 

You who think you should just shut up and lay down like the door mat people see you as. 

You who think a good woman is one who grins and bears it. 

You who beat yourself up every day for being a girl that just wants her fairytale. 

You listen to me. 

You are a strong woman. 

You are full of courage and fire. 

You are nobody's door mat. 

You are precious. 

God sees you.

God is not looking down at you with a face of shame. 

Let people gasp. 

Let them talk.

Let them flap their busybody lips until they fall right off their face.

By remaining silent you are already above them. 

There is a time to stay silent and a time to stand up. 

I will stand up for you and with you. 

You are not a china doll; fragile and designed to sit on a shelf and collect the dust of comfort. 

You are a woman. 

A beautiful, fierce woman. 

Fear of the unknown. 

Fear of yourself. 

Fear of others. 

Drop it. 

Kick it. 

 Don't pick it up again. 

Do not lay in the dirt and let anyone throw their stones at you like a victim.

You pick up those stones and build a fortress out of them. 

I've learned many lessons in my short life; 

One of them being that I am worthy of love.

You are not the victim.

You're the heroine. 

Signed, 

A Once Scorned Woman