
But I’m not the baddest, and this isn’t savage
I grew up believing I was Enchanted, the kind of girl everyone thought lived The Best Day, wrapped in luxury and convinced I’d found a Love Story. But on my wedding day, behind the white dress and perfect smile, I felt like You’re On Your Own, Kid. My fiancé looked at me with a Blank Space in his eyes while I whispered You Belong With Me to a future that no longer seemed real. It wasn’t my Wildest Dreams or Lover anymore; it was Bad Blood, Back to December, and We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together with the life I thought I wanted. As the guests danced to Shake It Off, I fought back the Teardrops on My Guitar, wondering if I would ever find Style, Delicate happiness, or simply survive this Cruel Summer that had arrived on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.