I’d been through more rough patches than a weed eater.
I didn’t grow up behind a white picket fence.
I didn’t go to Sunday school.
My body was no temple, though it was worshiped by many.
Girls kept their boyfriends away from me for good reason.
I was desired.
While my friends were following the rules, I was breaking them.
I don’t apologize for who I am.
I embrace it.
But all things must come to an end.
He was my new beginning.