Do you really think it is possible to end sexual violence?
A question thrown my way a few days ago. A question that is difficult to answer. If I had to answer in brutal honesty, I think it will be unlikely. HOWEVER, brutal honesty isn’t always what is needed. We can aim to end to sexual violence because this brings HOPE into the world. Something that many, or even, all of us need to get through the curve balls of life. If we take away hope, all we have...
In many parts of the world, the beach is still for working. It doesn't mean lying on a chaise longue, lapping up the sun and taking selfies. A journey that humbles me at every turn and makes me so grateful for the life I get to live.
Two years ago I stepped out into the unknown to start running 16 kilometres of beach in every country of the world and to talk about sexual violence. Nobody said I was crazy but I’ve been asked many times where I find the courage to give up everything, and put all my finances into creating a dialogue around something that most people don’t want to talk about.
To be honest, I didn’t think about finding courage. I had seen how my own personal story reached...
It's not about he. It's not about she. It's about us!
One of the biggest impacts I've noticed as I run around the world, is that men want to join in to this dialogue on sexual violence.
During my run in Rwanda back in September 2016, two local men joined me for the whole 16 kilometres. We run along the shores of Lake Kivu in Gisenyi and right on the border with the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC). A group of ladies also joined the run but they c...
During 16 Days of Activism 2017 and a particularly rough day for me, I was inspired to right this poem for a Facebook post. So many of us are surviving something and at times, it's hard to see past the struggle. I had such an amazing response on Facebook that I thought I would share this on my blog. May it inspire you and give you hope. You are not alone!
You know those dark moments, the ones when think you won't make it through.
SMACK! It was like being slapped in the face. Even after seventeen years since my rape and relaying my story more times than I could count, a question like this still felt painful. The anger began boiling up inside of me. Hadn’t this woman listened to anything I had said about the brutal injuries sustained during the attack?
Any one in this world who has pursued their dreams or taken the risk to live an authentic life might understand what I’m going through right now. Well, that’s what I’m telling myself and it’s making me feel better.