Nikki’s Story: “I’m a human being”

Some things I have learned about myself.

I am not:
An apple, waiting passively for someone to rescue me from the top of a tree.

A side of beef, to be poked at, prodded, jiggled, groped, or spoken about in terms of my juiciness, flavor, or firmness.

A dog, coming at your call.

A toy, to be used whenever and however you want.

I am:
A human being. A daughter, a sister, a friend. Someone of worth.

So I damn well better be treated like one.