There is no amount of money that could have convinced me that three years separated from my abuser, I would still be in court, still telling the story, still reenacting the moments. Still. Never in my life would I imagine that one person could shatter my humanity and there be no restitution. Never would I believe in a civilized society that someone...

Someone told me I wasn't a “bad bitch“ today. They said it to make me feel like I don’t measure up to beautiful women. They said it to call me out on my looks. At first my stupid insecurity set in, like that 17 year old girl that I once was. I thought of Leah in the Bible, coined for her looks and not for her contributions&...