When I was little, I was told in many ways that if a man ever harms a woman, it was because she instigated it. If you don’t know my story, this is partly why I was SO fired up about women’s issues during college.
I’ve since learned to let go of most of the anger and move into a place of peace, compassion, and unwavering power; however, my awesome friend, Betsy (woot!), invited me to SlutWalk DC and I went for old times sake. I was a major women’s issues activist on campus and I miss those days of euphoria, of realizing for the FIRST time that I could change my world, that I didn’t have to put up with something I didn’t like/didn’t feel comfortable with, that I could use my voice.
SlutWalk is about reclaiming the word “slut” and combating victim-blaming. Though we only stayed for a bit (we got drenched by the waves of heavy rain!), I gathered a quote that hit home and took me way back. A woman was talking about her story of having been raped and she recounted sharing her story with someone who began to question her, “what were you wearing??” She replied, “I could have gone to dinner naked, […the attacker] had no right to rape me.”
Today was about revisiting pieces of who I used to be, allowing them to heal once again, and soo appreciating my journey. I am who I am because of my journey. I love who I am. I love where I am. I love my journey. 😀
♥ Thank you God/Universe/Spirit, for guiding me down this wonderful, amazing life and giving me a chance to look at it, once again, from new, joyful, awakened eyes. 😀