Without thinking, I knelt in the grass, like someone meaning to pray. When I tried to stand again, I couldn't move, my legs were utterly rigid. Does grief change you like that? Through the birches, I could see the pond. The sun was cutting small white holes in the water. I got up finally; I walked down to the pond. I stood there, brushing the grass from my skirt, watching myself, like a girl after her first loverturning slowly at the bathroom mirror, naked, looking for a sign. But nakedness in women is always a pose. I was not transfigured. I would never be free.Anonymous
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A woman is born with the instinct to be vulnerable. When she is in need of nurturing, she calls out for it. This is an instinct that has developed over generations, developed in the womb. The world is threatening for young girls, but her needs are met by her mother.
It is natural for her to call out for this help. Her need is not met though; instead she endures abuse. As she grows she cries out once again, but still no one responds.
She is abandoned by everyone around her, except the ones who seek to exploit her ad are the ones who are obsessed with the idea of using her body against her will. Her need for nurture still remains pressing on her until she can no longer tolerate it and becomes numb to the pain of being alone, only able to hear the echo of herself sobbing in silence.
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