Why do you believe that “Beauty is a curse”?

Because if it wasn’t, then why the fuck are women scared that they may become a victim in various situations. I know for a fact I am like that as well, but then again I ended up becoming someone that does not trust anyone especially knowing that I have been through so much shit, but I also want to warm people that the world is big and not everything that seems light may not be that and could be darker than what you would want to deal with. Well I know first hand, because I went through things that I would never wish on anyone, I mean I was molested for the first time when I was 5, then when I was 8, and then later I would get jumped by two boys wanting to see my underwear, or in the words they used to see my “panties” yuck, hate that name.

At the age of 10 and 11 my so-called sisters husband, well back then he was just an illegal trying to make it here. I mean he worked at Burger King, but at that time I think he was like 17/18 and he used to brush his hand against my nieces and I’s ass every once in awhile. Well anytime that he was not stuck with my sister in the room. I think she was like 33 when they met and she never got rid of him. I managed to go a couple years without getting molested or anything else that was within this area. Bad either way, but when I got in the Army, I swear it was like I was very popular because I am not like other females. I have always outdone myself when figuring things out, but I would have never guessed that I would peak interests in me because I am no longer looked at as the quiet, shy person, but instead I am very talkative and I start noticing that guys are interested.

I get to Korea and a whole new can of worms is opened up and what I mean by this is that I did not know that my new life was now going to be a life I would not want to live with. I arrived in Osan, South Korea on November 13th 2001 and from there we were driven to Yongsan, where we would process and then from there we would be sent to our permanent duty station soon. For Owens and I we were sent to Camp Casey, which we would arrive to like 2 or 3 days later and then I am in Casey. However, a week happened and it was time for Thanksgiving and my platoon was having a party. Unbeknownst to me I would be roofied and then my nightmare would begin. After that I was never the same again, because now I had a reason not to live. From then on my life would take a different turn, because I would be molested at parties, asked if I needed someone else rather than my husband, or I would get fondled elsewhere, overall I am constant battle with my mind. Until this day I hate being in crowds and I don’t hang around guys as much, but then again I am in a better place, so that is what i try to strive for as well as trying to call awareness to something many females were scared of when overseas. Now can you ask “is beauty a curse?” What do you think????