My aunt and grandma took me swimming.
They called it a girl's day.
Grandma wasn't getting in the pool, so my aunt took me to the women's locker rooms to change.
Usually, I came to the pool with my mom and little brother.
Those times we went into the family locker room to change. It was nice because even though it was a mixed-gender space there was plenty of privacy.
The woman's' locker room was different. It was a larger open space with lockers and benches. The only private place to change were the bathroom stalls.
I hid in one and put on my swimsuit.
When I came back out, there were quite a few more people changing, and my aunt was pissed.
"Why did you hide in the bathroom stall to change?"
"I didn't want strangers to see me naked." I answered.
"Everyone else here are girls! They aren't looking!" She'd scolded.
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What My Mother Forgot
Non-FictionBefore reading this, you should know... This is not a happy story. There is no happy ending. Simply put, this is a chronological account of the abuse, neglect, and bullying I suffered at the hands of loved ones from birth to 17 years old. It does no...
