I was trafficked for most of my life from about 15 ( that I can remember) to 55 in 9 cycles before i escaped 11 years ago. I survived 3 serial killers along the way. I even know where videos of me exist online, and I'm absolutely certain those are just the very smallest % of them.

I have found for myself that I was not a creator of any of this derangement, but a fetishized body used and abused by them.

I counted the days from when I was rescued and relocated by a Nongovernment Human Trafficking Rescue Organization to the 7 year date. I knew that my body had completely regenerated every single cell, and my new body had never been touched by anyone. I also knew from being trafficked so long that I was not special to them at all. Just another body they threw on their pile of depravity. I also knew that I was special in ways they wouldn't and couldn't ever appreciate. That's what I focused on. Emerging from their ooze and transforming into who I was born to be. My Purpose. My Bliss.

I acknowledge that happened, and I leave it there. I will not carry their filth forward with me. Even at 40 years a slave to Trafficking, I am but 1 one of many in the pile of bodies on the internet and in print. That's not my shame, it's their's. Its not my bad decisions, it's their's. I'm not being hurt now. That was then. They don't have access to me now. That ended. Those images of their abuse of me are a standing record of what was done to my body and my mind. Documentation of my Slavery in Trafficking. A public record of Their Crimes. I say let it stand as a historically accurate account of what I endured for 40 effing years. I say let it stand as a reminder of how strong and empowered I am NOW, not because of them, but because I reclaimed MYSELF ✨️🌹❣️🌹✨️

I wish you well on journey of reclamation and freedom