Skin Deep: And Then She Used Him As Her Dartboard

There comes a point in every woman when we get fed up and decide to change. Whether we like it or not, women are hopers and dreamers and patient to the point of insanity when it comes to men. When a boy breaks our heart, our initial reaction is tears and denial. Then hope. We cry our eyes out and streak our faces with mascara and glitter, mentally begging a man to want us back. We make ourselves miserable by holding out for just one reason why he hasn't talked to us. The real reason? He's not into you.
But, after the heartbreak, once we hit the point of breakage, we become angry. This anger is a beautiful thing because it drives a woman to find her self-worth and pick herself up and out of the rut she's fallen into. This fury drives her to better herself and she comes out stronger for it.
For example, me. He tried to attach himself to another girl and I found out about it. My heart broke in an instant. Shattered to pieces in the middle of the hallway where I was standing. I was barely able to hold it together while I drove my carpool home that day. But when I got home I sat in my driveway, turned my car off, and cried. I put my sunglasses on so that my mother wouldn't catch on to what I had been doing as I walked inside. I trudged up to my room, collapsed on my bed and cried some more. And the reason for all these tears was simply that I had finally chosen to face that fact that he doesn't want me anymore. Yes, that's sad, but I was proactive about it. The big moment for me when I officially let someone go is when I delete their picture from my phone (I keep the number so that I know when not to text back). This boy sent me two pictures of himself and I deleted them both. Afterward, I cried some more. And I slept for at least three hours. Now I'm online writing down the account of today.