Did you know I was in my high school marching band? I played the trombone. I remember this one time a small group of us had stayed late after school to practice. It was really dark outside when we finished and we were waiting for the bus. We talked about everything and nothing. The subject of rape came up, and every single female in our company including me shared their story of being raped. Can you imagine ? EVERY SINGLE ONE of us had such a story ! I didn't know how to react, I was happy to be understood, completely and fully, but it disturbed me that there were so many of us and that we were all so causal about it. Held our heads up high, like true survivors. Teenage warriors. We were all so different and coped with it differently on the inside.
I don't remember how many times I was offered to pay rent in sex when I was homeless ... Or how many times I was called out of my name .... How can they not understand that NOTHING I do is to satisfy them or get their attention. Not my makeup, not my body , not even my smile. It used to eat me alive when a man complimented my looks "Hey beautiful" , used to make me vomit in my mouth .