Rebel with a Cause

She sees her life in the form of a book. A novel, really. A wonderful work of fiction. A beautiful disaster, as she calls it. As "innocent" bystanders turn her pages, they see scribbles and doodles. They see sketches and paintings. They see words. But what does it all mean? A gust of wind comes and forces her story open to all who are willing to read. She knows she cannot trust them, but she has no choice. To protect herself she destroys her secrets. As the wind turns the pages, the readers wonder what has happened. Full pages have been torn out. Halves of pages have been burned. But why? Because she cannot trust. Because she cannot bear to be hurt again. Because she has been betrayed, lied to, and no longer knows what to believe. But most of all ... because she wants you to think she's perfect. She likes to believe that if she "erases" her mistakes and pretends they do not exist then they don't. She likes to believe that for as long as you see this half...

I have not posted on here in quite some time. I've been keeping busy (distracted), but a lot has happened. Some of what has happened has led me to this post, specifically. I love the message behind Colbie Caillat's song "Try." Songs that promote inner beauty and self-confidence are always a hit. However, after listening to the song a few times, I realized I could tweak the lyrics a bit to hopefully help another group of women: women who have survived  rape and sexual violence. I have come to realize that there are often two major changes in a woman who survives these horrible circumstances. She either hides away, feels disgusting and/or shameful, and tries to become as small as possible OR she decides that her body is now worthless, that if he can take what he wants regardless, why is she protecting it anymore? Either way, you end up with a beaten down woman, one who usually believes it is her fault, and one who will hopefully resonate with this song. You don't ...