I'm a fan of the V-Day movement. I've seen the Vagina Monologues, and I think they're magnificent.
I remember when they first came out - I heard about them - they were a novelty. I could only assume it was comedy.
Then, a few years later, I went with my mom and one of my sisters to go see it at a local college.
Sure, it made me laugh. It made me cry, too. Most importantly, it made me think. It changed something in me, deep inside.
I wish I could say that it changed me profoundly, and overnight, but it didn't. It took a while for me to actually get it, but here I am.
And the fact that there's a movement out there, other women who have experienced and also survived some of the same things I have experienced, and doing something about it makes me feel strong.
I'm not saying everything is as it was before things happened, but I can definately say that I'm thriving. I can definately say that I have not been beaten down.
That makes this an exceptionally happy V-Day.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
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