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caviar? One time I asked her why she’d left, and she said, I want to be who I am. It was sort of impossible to argue with that.
Bad qualities can hide inside a good person. That’s the terrifying part.
We lose sight of how and when we are allowed to occupy space.
Why is it so hard to hear a story where the victim is cared for, justice properly served?
No shit. But why? Why no shit? Why do we expect so little from universities? Why is it rare to hear the occasional story in which the university responded correctly and worked with the victim to improve campus safety? The few of us in the art therapy room were just a sampling, for there are rooms full of survivors across the country, seeking help in any form they can find.
How many of us have been made to feel humiliated, melodramatic, instead of brilliant, brave.
Do not become the ones who hurt you. Stay tender with your power. Never fight to injure, fight to uplift. Fight because you know that in this life, you deserve safety, joy, and freedom. Fight because it is your life. Not anyone else’s. I did it, I am here. Looking back, all the ones who doubted or hurt or nearly conquered me faded away, and I am the only one standing. So now, the time has come. I dust myself off, and go on.
To be known is to be loved.
