When I was 24, a man I’d been with and made a baby with came home from work, took one look at me, and asked if that’s what I’d worn that day. I’d been feeling cute, finally like myself after birthing and nursing a baby. I finally felt beautiful again. With his words, something snapped. I silently walked to my room and packed a bag for myself and my children. I didn’t realize it at the time, but what I was doing was asserting my value and my worth. Somehow, at that young age I was able to realize I deserved so very much more. I’m so grateful for that part of me that stood up, called bullshit, and left. No one should ever live in a home where they are not celebrated.