24 years would go by before I ever told anyone about that night.
So from women everywhere. We don’t owe you anything. I don’t owe you my time, I don’t owe you a conversation, and I don’t owe you respect you’re not giving me.
He rested his hand on my knee. There was no pullback. There was no apology. I felt violated but did not want to create another opportunity for him to use me as verbal target practice. My body became limb and abandoned me.
Life can be a struggle and there will inevitably be tough times, but you will survive them. You are loved and this world needs you and your unique contributions.
It wasn’t your fault. Your body doesn’t belong to the man who raped you.
Here’s why Hannah Baker herself deserved a damn tape.
I wasn’t wearing my clothes. I was wearing an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants that did not belong to me.
Sexual assault wasn’t something I was emotionally connected to. Sexual assault was serious and awful but it was something that happened to other women.
No one tells you that it is only true consent if you’re doing it for your own enjoyment, not just because you want someone else to be happy, or you want them to love you, or because you think it’s expected.
You won’t explain the lessons you learned that night,
How one’s own body can grow unrecognizable in an instant