I made this song for my inner child, Sarah.
She is the one who heard, "Pretty gets raped. Pretty gets left in a ditch." She is the one who learned to be invisible. She is the one who dressed like a boy, who fought her mother's hands, who wanted to disappear so no one would see her.
She is the one who froze in the floorboard of the car when his hand drifted down. She is the one who said “yes, we are okay" the next morning because that is what she was trained to say.
She is the one who collected assault like evidence. Ten different men who took what they wanted. She became an escort because at least she would get paid if they were going to take it anyway.
She is the one who made a home in the dark he made. She was the ditch all along.
This song is for her. For Sarah. For the quiet ones who carry a broken memory.
“I do not remember what I do not remember. Just this sick feeling here. Even if nothing else happened, it was enough to unmake me. Either way, I never recovered.”
But here is what I know now.
Pretty was never the problem. His eyes were.
I am not pretty for anyone anymore. I am not small. The ditch is empty. He does not own my body.
I learned to be ugly and I still got raped by multiple different men. That was never about me. That was about what he saw when he looked at me. That was about what he believed he was entitled to take.
I spent years hating my reflection. Hating the body that was taken. Hating the face that drew attention. I thought if I could just be small enough, invisible enough, ugly enough, I would be safe.
But safety was never something I could earn by shrinking. Safety is something I build from the inside out.
Now I look in the mirror and I see Sarah. I see the girl who froze. I see the girl who said yes because she was afraid to say no. I see the girl who thought prettiness was a death sentence.
And I tell her, "You are safe now. You are not too much. You are not asking for it. You are not the problem."
Pretty was never the problem. His eyes were.
This product is a reminder that the words we were given are not the words we have to keep. We can give them back. We can rewrite them. We can say, "I am not what happened to me. I am what I choose to become."
You do not need my product to remember that you are not what they said you were. I just wanted to put the thought out there so maybe someone else does not feel so alone or maybe they can see a light in their tunnel.
I am still learning to see myself with kind eyes. I am still learning to believe that pretty is not a death sentence. I am still learning that I am allowed to take up space.
But I am further along than I was. And I am glad I stayed.
Pretty was never the problem. His eyes were.
Crow is watching.
🐦⬛
Product Details:
They feature a modern matte finish on top and a strong magnetic material on the back, so they’ll hold up well and look great for years to come. These magnets are a practical and stylish solution for holding up photos, notes, or other small items.
• Made from 0.5 mm flexible vinyl
• Premium matte finish
• Magnetic black backing
Age restrictions: For adults
EU Warranty: 2 years
Other compliance information: Meets the flammability, lead, cadmium, mercury, phthalates, magnetic strength, and heavy metals level requirements.
In compliance with the General Product Safety Regulation (GPSR), Oak inc. and SINDEN VENTURES LIMITED ensure that all consumer products offered are safe and meet EU standards. For any product safety related inquiries or concerns, please contact our EU representative at gpsr@sindenventures.com. You can also write to us at 123 Main Street, Anytown, Country or Markou Evgenikou 11, Mesa Geitonia, 4002, Limassol, Cyprus.
I made this song for my inner child, Sarah.
She is the one who heard, "Pretty gets raped. Pretty gets left in a ditch." She is the one who learned to be invisible. She is the one who dressed like a boy, who fought her mother's hands, who wanted to disappear so no one would see her.
She is the one who froze in the floorboard of the car when his hand drifted down. She is the one who said “yes, we are okay" the next morning because that is what she was trained to say.
She is the one who collected assault like evidence. Ten different men who took what they wanted. She became an escort because at least she would get paid if they were going to take it anyway.
She is the one who made a home in the dark he made. She was the ditch all along.
This song is for her. For Sarah. For the quiet ones who carry a broken memory.
“I do not remember what I do not remember. Just this sick feeling here. Even if nothing else happened, it was enough to unmake me. Either way, I never recovered.”
But here is what I know now.
Pretty was never the problem. His eyes were.
I am not pretty for anyone anymore. I am not small. The ditch is empty. He does not own my body.
I learned to be ugly and I still got raped by multiple different men. That was never about me. That was about what he saw when he looked at me. That was about what he believed he was entitled to take.
I spent years hating my reflection. Hating the body that was taken. Hating the face that drew attention. I thought if I could just be small enough, invisible enough, ugly enough, I would be safe.
But safety was never something I could earn by shrinking. Safety is something I build from the inside out.
Now I look in the mirror and I see Sarah. I see the girl who froze. I see the girl who said yes because she was afraid to say no. I see the girl who thought prettiness was a death sentence.
And I tell her, "You are safe now. You are not too much. You are not asking for it. You are not the problem."
Pretty was never the problem. His eyes were.
This product is a reminder that the words we were given are not the words we have to keep. We can give them back. We can rewrite them. We can say, "I am not what happened to me. I am what I choose to become."
You do not need my product to remember that you are not what they said you were. I just wanted to put the thought out there so maybe someone else does not feel so alone or maybe they can see a light in their tunnel.
I am still learning to see myself with kind eyes. I am still learning to believe that pretty is not a death sentence. I am still learning that I am allowed to take up space.
But I am further along than I was. And I am glad I stayed.
Pretty was never the problem. His eyes were.
Crow is watching.
🐦⬛
Product Details:
They feature a modern matte finish on top and a strong magnetic material on the back, so they’ll hold up well and look great for years to come. These magnets are a practical and stylish solution for holding up photos, notes, or other small items.
• Made from 0.5 mm flexible vinyl
• Premium matte finish
• Magnetic black backing
Age restrictions: For adults
EU Warranty: 2 years
Other compliance information: Meets the flammability, lead, cadmium, mercury, phthalates, magnetic strength, and heavy metals level requirements.
In compliance with the General Product Safety Regulation (GPSR), Oak inc. and SINDEN VENTURES LIMITED ensure that all consumer products offered are safe and meet EU standards. For any product safety related inquiries or concerns, please contact our EU representative at gpsr@sindenventures.com. You can also write to us at 123 Main Street, Anytown, Country or Markou Evgenikou 11, Mesa Geitonia, 4002, Limassol, Cyprus.
