To be honest, it was hard to accept myself as a victim… not because I was exceedingly strong or independent. But because I had always been told that I was a young, white woman with a middle class background attending an expensive university, so what could I possibly have to complain about? I was spoon-fed the message that maybe I was just being a dramatic, sensitive millennial… you know, the typical type my generation is labeled as. However, the more I thought, and the worse I felt, the more I realized that I was a victim. No, I AM a victim. No past tense needed. This is my life, and I am living it every day. I am a victim. I am not the only one. I am one of the 60% percent of women. This is my story.
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