Rape Culture – Cover Your Eyes

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Rape culture is when I was six, and my brother punched my two front teeth out. Instead of reprimanding him, my mother said “Stefanie, what did you do to provoke him?” When my only defense was my mother whispering in my ear, “Honey, ignore him. Don’t rile him up. He just wants a reaction.” As if it was my sole purpose, the reason six-year-old me existed, was to not rile up my brother. It’s starts when we’re six, and ends when we grow up assuming the natural state of a man is a predator, and I must walk on eggshells, as to not “rile him up.” Right, mom?

Rape culture is when through casual dinner conversation, my father says that women who get raped are asking for it. He says, “I see them on the streets of New York City, with their short skirts and heavy makeup. Asking for it.”…

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This Is Why I’m Guarded

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There’s a reason why my walls are built so high, and there’s a reason it will take you longer than expected to bring them down. There’s a reason why I’m guarded.

I’m guarded because I’ve been hurt before. We all have. My weakness is that I carry the pain with me as a constant reminder that it could happen again. And while this is such a cautious way to walk through life, while instead I could be wildly sprinting, the wild sprint has made me fall and trip before, and the scrapes and burns were painful. So painful that it takes a while to try and run that fast again. So I walk, and I walk carefully noticing my surroundings because I worry if I were to ever fall that hard again, I might not be able to get back up.

I’m guarded because I’m scared…

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Hello WordPress!

Almost everyone I know who wanted to be writer is active in this site so I suppose creating one. I am a newbie here so please bear with me if I won’t be much that active. (Still, I’m trying)

I can still remember when I was in high school, I used to fantasize creating a blog site of mine. And now that I fulfilled this one, I’m not that sure if I am totally happy since there is a big change in my desires. College life and career talks made me forget about this hobby.. But since it is summer and I just recently finished my internship, here I am. Maybe my passion for writing isn’t really gone. On the other hand, I’ll be more happy to share with you what is happening with me. And maybe, I can still develop what I have despite the long period I was engaged into academics. Yehey for me 🙂