I recently was told the other day that I had changed dramatically since the day this person met me, many years ago. She noted that it was in the way I carried myself, how I presented myself, my style, and my confidence. She was genuinely curious what caused my transformation. I was genuinely floored by her comments. They were entirely complimentary, and I indeed thanked her, but I must admit I had to think hard about my answer. As a victim and survivor of sexual assault, I spent many years working on my recovery and healing. I know I have done hard work, but it took her comments to stop me in my tracks and realize just how far I have come. The idea of transformation is often linked to the journey of the caterpillar to her destiny of becoming the butterfly. Often, we are victims first, dealing with the pain of the trauma. This is the most intense phase. We identify as victim, and often do more harm to ourselves because we don’t see our beauty or worthiness, just our “damaged goods.” Eventually, with healing and support, we move to survivor. I liken this to coming out of the cocoon. We start to see our wings, and that we are something beautiful. We rise above the injustice. I thought the journey ended there. When my friend made the comment to me, I realized there is another transformation. Not only do I see my wings and beauty; I use them. I do not fear; I fly. I travel, hoping to drop whispers of this realization on the caterpillars still traveling.
- • we recognize the injustice and everyday reality of sexual assault, that
- • we seek full funding and availability of resources and support, that
- • we call for justice and accountability for victims, and
- • we remind survivors of their own strength, hope, and beauty.
Because we deserve better.