Stumbled upon an old journal entry of mine....it was written after my 3rd sexual assault, age 27
Sometimes I feel that being a Woman must be similar to being a piece of the earth. Not so much in a spiritual or moral sense, but metaphorically so. It is understandable that so many ancient cultures should refer to an "entity" or force of nature described as "Mother Earth". We, Woman, begin our existence fresh and pliable, fertile and necessary; with time, exposure to elements compacts and weatherizes us. If the elements have proven harsh, we change slowly into introverted, hopeless, depressed and less desirable; our purpose long forgotten. Our nutrients begin to deplete and our existence becomes expandable.