The father of my children fought me in court then disappeared, my parents fought me for my kids then moved away, the rabbis fought me to stay silent and submissive, and then came the men who roofied and raped me. I was independent for the first time and that meant everything to me.īut unbeknownst to me, soon after I uncovered my hair, liberated my sexuality, my independence, my power, and my freedom-all the monsters came forth to fight me for it. I no longer had to ask for permission to use birth control. I no longer covered my hair with a wig, I no longer covered my elbows or my knees or my collar bones. I no longer had an abusive husband, nor a religion that I adhered to, nor a community to tell me what was right or wrong for me, my body, or my children. I had a lot to process considering that I was a newly divorced single mother with a young daughter and a beautiful baby boy. I stood naked in my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.
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