When I lost my virginity, we were midway through sex when I spoke up and said “I don’t think I’m ready to do this.” He stopped. He looked at me. He said “Really? Halfway through? Don’t you think you should have said that earlier?” I didn’t say anything. He kept going. He finished.
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The last time I saw my grandmother, she looked at me concerned and said, “Can I offer you a monetary amount to lose weight?” I was stunned. I told her that I was happy and healthy, and that’s what should matter. But on the inside, I was questioning whether I was happy.
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When we hear about drug addicts, it’s in a negative way. We see them as criminals. We see them as dirty. We don’t want to be associated with them. But we don’t see an addict as someone who needs help. We don’t see addiction as a mental illness. But we should.
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When I explain to others that I came from a “broken home,” I do not speak proudly of it. But I should. It means that two people who were together or married or at one time loved each other, separated. That would be my mother and father. They separated bravely. They separated because they knew that the goal in life is to be happy, and they knew they could not achieve that together.
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Stigma Breakers 