I’m just a body. Just a girl. Someone who asked for it. That my body may have been found in that house, but I went there by choice. I asked for it. They didn’t need to force me to do anything, because this is who I was. And somehow, I ended up dead, but it had nothing to do with these boys who were just being boys.
Nobody even cares that I’m dead. No one talks about how I cried. How they threw me into the dirt. They just make sure everyone knows that I was a slut.
A raw, haunting and infuriating examination of rape culture, privilege, power, and the ways society belittles and confines women in definitions and expectations all the while excusing men for their bad behavior. What can I say, men are trash 🤮