This is hard to share. I’m crying as I type this & I don’t know if I’ll leave this post up. On the left is the age I was the first time I was sexually abused & trafficked. On the right is right after I got assaulted on PornHub. People defend them by saying I must have looked 18.
                        
                        
                        
                        
                                                    
                            
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Right after I learned my assault at age 14 was put up on PornHub, I cut off all my hair & tried to change my appearance. I didn’t want to be me anymore. I didn’t want all of the men who started stalking me to be able to recognize me. It didn’t work. They still did.
                        
                        
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        I know the pictures are kind of blurry- I didn’t intentionally take them that way, my hands were shaking but I left them that way because still to this day I have to deal with harassment from some of the millions of men who watched my rape because PornHub refused to remove it.
                        
                        
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Even in elementary school, my body (& therefore I) was blamed for the abuse done to me. I duct taped my chest down every single day for an entire school year & walked around hunched like this so grown men wouldn’t comment on my chest anymore. I eventually stopped bc of back pain.
                        
                        
                        
                        
                                                
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Some of my earliest memories are being told I looked so much older than I was & how quickly I was growing up. But I was still really just a baby. Looking bad, I didn’t look grown. This was a scapegoat used to shift the blame from the predators to me- the child.
                        
                        
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                
                 
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