By: ALYSSA GONZALEZ
Staff Writer
I often find myself in situations I can’t seem to get out of.
I often find myself alone with no one to share my paranoid thoughts with.
I often find myself endured and confused.
I misconstrue, I had the wrong expectations for a safe place to run.
There’s a common conception of there only being two options, fight or flight.
I often choose flight because I realize I don’t usually win the physical disagreement. The truth is I have never won when it comes to sharing my opinion on physical things I don’t want to do. Rather it goes from being too shy to speak up or from being too small to fight back when I do.
I am not a confident person, I am not a big person, and I am not a person who can win a fight.
So I chose flight every time.
Maybe people see me as a girl who goes with the flow.
Maybe people see me as a girl who likes attention.
Maybe people see me as a girl who asked for it.
A girl who put herself in that situation because she couldn’t deal with her problems.
Maybe I am seen as a girl that is nonetheless a coward.
The truth is I am a coward who put myself in that situation.
I am a girl who doesn’t have enough respect for herself to stay safe.