And when my face was flat against the stifling soil, the daisies waving in a taunting manner, it occurred to me that the natural thing to do was to press my palm to earth and whisper thank you. My brain was pounding against my stubborn skull as if asking for a release that by the time you've finished this page, will know never came.
Sometimes I can still hear the voices chanting to the poor environmentalist.
"Hey tree-hugger! Looky, here. I've got something for you to cling on to!"
"Reduce!" There go my shorts...
"Reuse!!" ...my undergarments...
"RECYCLE!!" They screamed in unison.
...my pride.
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A bit graphic? Yes.
In the least graphic way? I try.
This story came out of my respect for people (not just women) who've been raped, harassed, or been violated in any way and kept their tongues motionless for years in fear of humiliation. Don't be afraid to share your story and let go of that burden. There are so many people willing to talk to you about your experience. I know I am.
-Jamie
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Earth, my Sister.
AcakReduce, reuse, recycle. In which a former environmentalist must speak up about her past and learn to love the planet she once cherished more than her life.
