"A week after I gave birth, I found a tiny bit of pus in my CS wound. It wasn’t a big deal - my husband and I laughed about it after I dramatically proclaimed: my body is a crime scene! But months after, I’ve found myself thinking about this truth. I’ve survived a multitude of violations against my skin and body. From being called brownie by my blonde-haired classmates in kindergarten, to being sexually abused by my swimming teacher in 5th grade, being followed home by a man because he was offended I didn’t thank him well enough after he complimented me, to an old college friend’s horrid excuse that he was taught 'no' actually means 'yes.' It took me 20 years to learn to love myself again, scars and all, and I think I’m getting better at it."