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Me Too

As I write this, I’ve been sitting and staring at my blank screen trying to figure out where to begin. I have experiences of my own. I know there are many, many other women who’ve also endured sexual harassment and/or assault and are speaking and standing in their truths. There are others who may prefer to be silent, but, it’s okay to speak up. Your story can really help someone else.

When I first saw the Me Too movement throughout my newsfeed, I had recently finished reading a story about a rape survivor. Her story was so awful, graphic, and heartbreaking that after reading it, I couldn’t believe someone could ever do something so heinous to another human being. It was a reminder of the evil that is prevalent in this world and unfortunately, the reality of the wickedness in others.

Truthfully, I don’t know many women who haven’t been sexually harassed or assaulted at some point. According to rainn.org:

Every 98 seconds an American is sexually assaulted.
1 out of every 6 American women has been the victim of an attempted or completed rape in her lifetime.
And young women are especially at risk.

It’s heartbreaking, but it’s reality. Everything from cat calls, touching or grabbing that has not been consented, inappropriate sexual jokes, or the sexual abuse, force, or harm against any woman, against anyone, is wrong. And what’s tough is I really don’t think some guys know how awful things can be on the other end of these situations. As a woman, I should be able to go on a date, chill with a guy friend, or walk down the street without the fear or dread of a guy being inappropriate, crossing my boundaries, or thinking me saying, stop, no, I’m uncomfortable, or you’re being inappropriate, is a joking or laughing matter, or that my no means yes, or because of how I was dressed, I asked for it. I really hope the Me Too movement changes things for the better, because no one should ever have to be or feel victimized by anyone.





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