02/27/2026
There’s a certain tone a man uses when he wants to shrink you.
I remember it.
My body still does.
The yelling.
The belittling.
The words meant to make me feel small
Back then my worth felt so little…
and it cost me so much
Domestic violence isn’t always bruises.
Sometimes it’s words.
Over and over
Until you start believing them
They cut deep.
They stay.
They echo.
I’m still healing.
Still unlearning the lies.
Still rebuilding the woman he tried to diminish.
And if you’re healing too…
You are not what they called you🤍