Dear Good girl,
I look at you and remember me, an old me, a past me. You walk back straight, proud and with your innocence in-tact.
I don’t envy you but instead would like to contribute my services as a reminder to you. For as Eve, I was no differently influenced by temptation. In a world filled with people only looking to service themselves. I, too servicing them.
I wish someone stopped me. I wish someone tried to be there for me, as I was them. I wish I too, was still a good girl. I’m not any longer. I now, a grown girl, a big girl, a woman.
I, no longer able to call myself a good girl.