I am NOT a Faberge egg.
My innocence of what it meant to be female in this world was taken long ago, as a result of several traumatizing events – at almost every stage of my life, starting in childhood and as recently as just 2 years ago.
I am not a Faberge egg.
I learned long ago that girls are not on pedestals at all, that they are not treated gently or compassionately – even by those they were suppose to trust. The reality is that a female is not safe at any stage of life.
I am not a Faberge egg.
I am not coated in jewels and glitter or wrapped in gold. I am coated with wariness, and chainmail armor. I am not fragile and breakable anymore – instead I am filled with dragon-fire and knowledge, and I will not be subjected to unwanted advances or assault without getting the predator’s DNA in whatever manner I have to – because no one will believe you without proof.
Make no mistake, I am not a Faberge egg . . . I am a warrior, I am a predator’s worst nightmare.
Never refer to me as a damn Faberge egg. I am human being.
Human beings have empathy, compassion and respect for others.
I am a human being. Treat me as such.
