I feel liberated. I feel free.
The posters read:
“Come in my room, I have to show you something. Don’t be scared.”
-I was between 4 and 8. He was a teen.
“Is that why you’re a lesbian?”
-friends I confided in
“Oh come on, you know you don’t actually want me to stop.”
“It couldn’t hurt. I know what I’m doing.”
-Female romantic lovers
Sometimes it’s hard to remember that everyone else is at fault, not me.
Sometimes it just doesn’t seem possible that they were all wrong, that I didn’t do anything to deserve it.
But I didn’t; I know that somewhere, it’s just not always at the surface.
But it’s slowly rising.
It will get there.
I will rise.
Photographed in Boston, MA on October 4th.
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