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Although domestic violence defines you in ways beyond comprehension, I will only allow it to push me further than I ever dreamed, beyond all doubts and fears, and towards my bliss.Teen Dating Violence is much more common than we think.The signs weren't obvious, especially to a 14 year-old, but it began with him telling me he didn't like the shirts I wore, or that my skirt was too short; at the time, it was easy to mistake jealousy and control for adoration.It soon progressed to name-calling, insults, unfounded accusations, degradation, humiliation, and isolation.It was easier to live with the shame and guilt in secrecy.It was easier to stay and suffer in private than to try to leave and be humiliated in public.And I grew into a teenager, and I still received attention from older men, the catcalls, the gross suggestions hollered from passing cars when I rode my bike down the street, the hey baby’s and the worse, and sometime around age 16 my parents divorced and sent me into a hormonal flurry of angst and insecurity and anger and sadness. And I was scared and sad and insecure and I reeked of it.I smelled like Love’s Baby Soft and the occasional sneaked clove cigarette and stolen sips of lukewarm chugged behind the bleachers after class.

The hell became so familiar that it was easier to stay rather than leave.

But I chose to keep my secret hidden, I chose to protect the people I loved, I chose to find my own way. I found my voice and rebuilt my foundation on self-acceptance and self-love.

I now live an extraordinary life full of purpose, with a grand vision to change the world.

After class had begun, I heard the door swing open, which was at the front of the classroom. He stayed at the door and looked toward the teacher and said to him in front of the whole class, "I need to speak to that fucking whore right there." He pointed at me, then he turned to me and said, "Bitch, get your fucking stupid ass out here now." Everybody turned and looked at me in shock but nobody said a word. It didn't begin immediately, in fact, there weren't any signs until we had been dating for almost a year.

I never imagined such shame and at 15 years old, understood it even less. It was those incidents that left long-lasting emotional scars. My story begins at the age of 14 and continues off and on until I was 22.

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