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A few months ago I went on a little holiday in Magaliesberg. It was a weekend break in December. It was gorgeous. Until I had to see him, again. The man who had felt entitled to my body all those years ago. I tweeted my shock and horror and pain from the feeling of my heart and guts being ripped out of my being. A while later I was contacted by Cosmopolitan SA and asked if I would be willing to share the story. I hesitated for a while and finally chose to do it. Continue to break the culture of silence. So I told the story. In neat words. 950 of them. You can read the story in the May issue of Cosmopolitan magazine. It was a painful and cathartic experience to share, and I hope it touches someone and gives them strength. I am healing. And finding my voice.


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Noms
Noms

You are brave. You are divine. I'm glad that you are healing.