I grew up in an amazing home.
My childhood was fiercely protected by my parents and my biggest problems growing up were things like having to wait until the weekend to go to the library to load up on more books to read, not being able to have my friends over every single day to go swimming during the summer, and sharing a car with my little brother.
- Not everyone is so blessed.
Many girls are abused, raped, ignored, emotionally traumatized, and deemed ‘trash‘ by the people in their lives who are supposed to protect, love, nurture, and teach them how amazing they truly are. Many girls have no idea what it means to be loved and cherished for who they are because they are the only one of them that will ever be.
For the past few months I have been chewing on the idea of choosing a problem to solve; a massive, giant, unsolvable problem.
Everywhere I turn, it keeps coming up. In my neighborhood, the newspaper, around the table at a celebration dinner, with friends, and in my heart.
I don’t claim to have the answers or know the root of the problem. I just know my heart cries out for justice in regards to this ‘unsolvable problem‘.
Feminism or freedom?
Why is it as soon as a woman speaks up for the rights of women she is labeled as a feminist? For years, I spoke up and fought for women to be equal, not above. I grew tired of being dismissed and labeled, so I got quiet.
- It may be a label, but it doesn’t stick unless I let it.
I have been waiting for men to step up and speak out, to lead a revolution.
When you keep seeing the problem, it is most likely you have the answer – even if you don’t know what it is yet.
I literally have no idea how to help or what to do, but it is a thread that I am going to consciously weave into the tapestry of my life. You have to start somewhere and apparently writing about it is my first step.
There isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t notice the problem.
It is time for me to step up, seek out answers, refuse to believe prostitution and human trafficking can never be stopped and that the problem is too big and too complex to solve.
I grew up with great parents. A mom who told me and let me be amazing. A dad who never told me I couldn’t do something because I am a girl and was delighted to show me how to build a deck or fix a car because I was interested. They both constantly told me I was smart, bright, capable of anything and were delighted by my tenacity and leadership. Yet even still I struggled with self esteem, playing small, letting abusive men sexually harass me in the workplace, not speaking up, and being defined by my body.
It is only the grace of God that I am where I am.
My story could be that of any woman on the street. It’s time to see her for who she is. She has a heart, story, and a purpose. I need to stop walking by and being afraid.
It is said to be impossible to stop prostitution.
I love impossible.
Give me one impossible and I will raise you two possibles and a heart on fire for justice.
- I have a voice, so I will say it again. Everyone matters and deserves to live their whole life.
- I have a heart, so I will let it bleed. Nothing about prostitution is ok.
- I have freedom, so I will give it away. How can I help?
- I have words, so I will write. Who’s story needs to be told?
- I have guts, so I will be bold. What obstacles need to be kicked down?
Where do I start? I don’t know. All I know is that I must start. Maybe you need to as well.
What if we all found one problem to solve, to give our lives to? What would change in the world?
It is time for us to stop using all of our resources, love, experience, heart, relationships, and power for ourselves.