I was reading some old post from my archive when this post showed up. This year the anniversary didn’t bother me at all! I didn’t even think about it… That stuff doesn’t affect me as much as is used to, and I think that’s really great.

It still affects me, but not like it used to do. For a while it felt like the rape defined me. I was That Girl. The one who was raped. Now I have so many other things to define me. Things that are my own choice and not something someone else did to me. Things that matter for who I am as a person.

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