Bicycle

     TW: slight mention of sexual assault 

Learning how to love yourself is like riding a bike. When you first begin it seems easy enough since the training wheels are on, but once you take the safety off its a more difficult task. You have to decide whether to keep pedaling or to fall off once that safety net is gone.

Growing up is like riding a bike. Over time the bike gets flat tires and the cheap metal erodes slowly, but slow enough that it is still usable for ages. The handlebars wear and tear but hey that's normal right?

My first love was like riding a bike. I loved every minute that I got to spend riding my bike, but hated being without it. My bike brought me happiness just as he did. We went on adventures that you couldn’t complete on foot.

My first love treated me like he was riding a bike. He would pick me up when he wanted me and use me until he had his fun. But just as a bike, I couldn't say no. Bikes can't speak, how could I?

Learning how to love again is like riding a bike. How do I trust to get back on the bike again if I repeatedly fell off and got hurt. It seems that most of the time my bike isn't even accessible so how am I supposed to ride it? It may be scary to get back on the bike but at one point it was my favorite thing to do.