me dad’s a muggle
mam’s a witch
I’m so angry
I’m so sick of how when girls are raped people ask “what were you wearing?”
IT DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER, SHE WAS STILL VIOLATED AGAINST HER WILL IT IS STILL RAPE IT DOES NOT MATTER
SHE COULD BE WALKING DOWN THE STREET WEARING NOTHING AND SHE STILL WOULDN’T BE ASKING FOR IT IT DOESN’T MATTER IF SHE WAS IN A BURKA OR A MINISKIRT RAPE IS RAPE AND IT IS INEXCUSABLE I HATE PEOPLE
Here’s the thing. After I was violently assaulted by seven men and I told certain people about it, do you the first thing that came out of almost every single adult’s mouth was? “What were you wearing”. What were you wearing. As if it was my fault, and that I was just asking for it because I was wearing a pair of shorts and tights. Hell, my mom even suggested that they might have just thought I was a prostitute! For one thing, prostitutes are people too and should never be beaten or raped, and for another, what the fuck.
I didn’t even notice the changes in my wardrobe afterwards until a few months later. But one day I looked at my closet and noticed that I owned dresses that were much more form-fitting, as well as mini-skirts, shorts, and skin-tight leggings. Because you know what? I went through hell and I was blamed for it, so now I’m going to fucking own it. I will rock my slutty clothes and my too-much makeup, and I will make you wish that you had my confidence. They treated me like a sex toy, so now I am going to take back my sexuality and make it my own. And if you think that I deserve to be hurt again for it, you need to reassess your values.
Those seven men are the ones that chose to toss me around, touch me, choke me, and threaten my life. It was not my fault. It had nothing to do with me. It’s all on them, just as with every rapist. It is never the victim’s fault.
what if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
i look forward to that, to knowing i made it.