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This article is reprinted from Challenges
ON
BEING A GOOD GIRL
by
ELLEN M.
I
was brought up to be a good girl. Brought up to practice the virtues
of
politeness, restraint,
moderation.
Brought up never to draw attention to myself--no grandiose
outburst, no vanity of
self,
no need of self regard. I was brought up to understand I deserved
all
the pain I received.
Good
girls need to get used to pain so they can adjust to it early in
life. I
was brought up to
ignore
the humiliation of being beaten in the nude in front of others.
Good girls have to let go of
pride.
I was brought up to pretend the growling in my stomach would stop.
Good girls never get
hungry
or thirsty. I was brought up to be a sex tool for older male
relatives, or friends of the
family.
Good girls need to know their bodies dont belong to them.
I
was brought up to be of service to others. Good girls need to make
sure
everyone is OK.
I
was brought up to be loyal. Good girls never tell anyone the score.
I was
brought up to be
thrifty.
Good girls never need hot water for baths, clothing, bedding, or
even shoes. Gosh, good
girls
dont really need much of anything. I was brought up not to
make a
fuss.
Good
girls dont need kindness. I was brought up never to question
authority. Good girls are
always
obedient. I was brought up to know how to be female. Good girls
always let boys go first,
let
boys win, let boys be boys. I was brought up to know I caused people
to
hurt me. Good girls make
people
vulnerable to their dark sides. I was brought up to avoid mirrors.
Good girls cant look at
themselves
(the reflection would make both the girl and the mirror crack).
I
was brought up to hate myself--my mind, my body, my emotions, my
spirit.
Good girls are
garbage.
I was brought up to be sneaky. When no one was looking, I
found out that some good girls
have
another side. A side tucked deep inside the recesses of their hearts.
I
learned from my sneaky side that:
After
the rain, there is a rainbow. Hunger stops after a bagel and cream
cheese.
I
can take a hot shower whenever I feel like it. Older, abusive people
stink
and eventually die.
Sex
can be gentle and soft and full of love. Asking questions is a sign
of
intelligence.
Sometimes
boys wish girls would be assertive. Pretty clothes feel great
against my skin.
Being
a good girl was the pits.
Ellen
M. first appeared in "Recovery Voice", Fall 1966. published
quarterly. PO Box 652, Bristol, RI 02809
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