From a young age my dad taught me to know my worth. When I was 12, he found out that a boy called me a bitch and I allowed him to do so. With disappointment in his eyes, he taught me that I am a queen and should be treated as such. My father was the first man to make me feel special and secure. I know this feeling, and refuse to accept lesser than what he gave me.
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