I didn’t have sex again for an entire year. I needed time to heal—physically and emotionally. When I eventually did, it felt completely different. It was slower, more comfortable, and although there was some initial discomfort, it wasn’t painful in the same way. It felt more natural—like my body was finally cooperating instead of resisting.
Now, sex is something I associate with positivity, not fear. It feels safe, enjoyable, and mutual.
If I could go back, I would tell my younger self to wait. To listen to her body. To not rush into something just because it feels expected.
Too often, girls are taught to go along with things, to prioritize others, to ignore their own needs. But the truth is, we deserve to feel comfortable, to feel pleasure, and to set boundaries.
And most importantly, we deserve to be ready—on our own terms.
