I wore bruises to my wedding.

No dress.

I wore my blood as chains around my wrists.

I wore a pregnant belly and dark circles beneath my eyes.

I wore my hopelessness like a scarlet letter.

I wore my white flag of surrender.

I wore ink on paper as a prison cell.

Or at least that’s how it felt.

All I know is that there was never any dress.

#EndTheSilence