She’ll never know the pain that I went through, and I hope she never does. I’m still coping with it -- slowly accepting one sacrifice from her at a time.
I’ve been ogled at, cat-called, and groped in ways that left me feeling small, ugly, icky, angry, uncool, too sensitive. I think it’s enough to say, #MeToo.
Whose freedom gets taken away so that you can experience a liberated life? Who suffers so that you can practice self-care? If you're free and others aren't, are you really free? What is freedom if only a few have access to it?