At a certain point in my life, I arrived at a precipice where I felt that I was no longer a girl, no longer a teenager even, I was a woman. I was attractive, I was smart, and I was in control of myself and was capable of making my own decisions. Some of these decisions included the men I dated.

After being oppressed by rules and confinement for most of my life, I found myself having this newfound ability to choose the boys I wanted in my life as easily as selecting a new jean jacket or pair of stone-washed jeans.

The catch?

Well, I had to give it up of course.

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