High

I’ve spent most of my life high on fructose and other forms of sugar

That sweet drug with bitter side-effects on body and mind

Unassuming and ubiquitous, I didn’t suspect that my sugar habit was the mastermind behind my anxiety, depression, insomnia, acne, and menstrual woes

There was no medicine that could counter-balance the unbalance I swallowed and wallowed in

Though my habits were formed before I had a choice, I choose to continue my addiction bite by bite

I didn’t find my groove with marijuana

I was too squeamish to inhale or inject

Alcohol was easy, that hand-me-down comfort

Alcohol made me easy, made me almost forget to feel myself cringe when I pimped myself out- I only valued myself if other people valued me, my body was a battlefield between my ego and my low self-esteem.

Dear sisters, gather yourself before you gather sugar, alcohol and other drugs. Once you cross the threshold of being physically intimate, men act like they own you.

It is your birthright to be free, your birthright to feel bliss.

With feet on the ground, now I know how truly sweet it is.

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