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NO MORE TEARS TO CRY

I’m sure my story starts when I was a baby. A cousin, who is ten years older than I and still molesting and raping little girls, started molesting me and several others in the family. At six years old, my mother would send me to the store a ways away, and he would pick me up, take me to the country and molest me. I had to touch him, put my mouth on him, and he would fondle me. Then, around eight, he started coming to our home at around midnight and fondle me. At nine years old, when he was nineteen and in the Army, he raped me in my bed. His continual mantra was, “If you tell, I will kill you, your Dad will kill me, and your Dad will live out the rest of his life in prison.” I believed him. After nine, he went after my little sisters and younger cousins…. Continue reading »

Metoo

Born A Girl When I was 10, I noticed men looking at me differently When I was 10 to 12 men and boys of all ages honked their horns, whistled and yelled profanities at me When I was 13 my friend and I were walking home in the daylight, when a man came out from his backyard and asked us if we wanted to drink beers and join his party When I was 14 a handsome man in his 20’s began spending time with me. I thought he would love me forever if I gave him my virginity. He accepted and took it because he could. He was known for his interests in young girls, yet he stayed quite popular When I was 15, I was intoxicated and walking through a park. I could hardly stand, let alone walk. A man pulled up in his truck, walked up to me and raped me. He left… Continue reading »

We Stand Together

I’m a survivor. I have severe PTSD trauma due to being molested the young child for 6 years raped by neighborhood kids the broke into my house and videotaped and spread all over the streets by the age of 13. For years boys and men abused me. I was being by my father that I watch bleed to death by the age of 11. And then all the sexual abuse started I turned to drugs and alcohol and self-harm to escape the pain. The only Outlet that I had was Sports. And that saved my life. I know I’ve been clean off drugs and alcohol I started the road of recovery in 2011 I’ve had 12 suicide attempts cuz I couldn’t live with the pain. And now I was a year-and-a-half sober and I’m taking my life back because I’m a strong woman and I’m a survivor. And I stand up for my rights as… Continue reading »

Grandpa Molested me

My Dads Dad molested my sister and I when we were very small. I guess I told my mom one day and she stopped letting him babysit us and eventually I comepletely forgot about it. At my cousins wedding I sat down next to him to ask him if he would help me out with a projecf. He put his hand down my shirt and I didn’t know what to think. My mom told me that he had done it before and so I haven’t seen him or that side of my family since. They have babies and it hurts my feelings that they would rather hang out with him then me. I have bi polar disorder now. I hate this country and Donald Trump. It’s ok to say no! Your body your choice. Don’t let let creeps like this get away with this. It’s bad. — Katelyn, age 22

I like to think I won’t feel so guilty one day

At some point during childhood most of us find ourselves afraid of monsters. We fear the horned creatures snarling in our closets, the rows of teeth hiding under our beds, but the scariest thing of all is that, in reality, monsters don’t look like “monsters”. They don’t have fangs and claws or wear scary masks. They don’t come with warning signs. They don’t really look any different at all. The monster could be your friendly next-door neighbor or the nice guy at the bar who offers to make sure you get home safely. The monster could be someone you thought you knew. Someone you thought you could trust. Someone you thought you loved. I was sexually assaulted when I was sixteen. It was hard to separate what was being done from who was doing it. It was hard to know that it was not okay. There was a lot of confusion, a lot of manipulation…. Continue reading »

Child rape

Some people think that when two little kids around the same age engage in sexual activities, neither of them know any better. Maybe with some cases, but this is not one of those cases. I was around 6 years old, a very innocent child, and didn’t even know what sex was. My cousin Peter who was around the same age as me, grew up in a very different house from me. He knew exactly what sex was from friends, from the things he watched, etc. He and I were over at our Grandma’s house for Christmas one year in a separate room from our parents watching TV. Suddenly Peter leaned over and asked if I wanted to do something with him. I said sure, and he pulled down his pants and told me to put my mouth on his penis. Like I said, I didn’t know anything about sex but I felt that this was… Continue reading »

Sexual assault

it always happened when my religious teacher would come to my house to teach me. he came every single weekend and he used to touch me everywhere. he’s hit me before so much and he was soooo scary. he’s tried to rape me once before but he’s done things just as painful i think. i can never tell anybody because he’s supposed to be religious and a very high man. i feel violated and i hate my body even more now.

Me Too!

My name is Raymond and it is time to share my experience as a child. At the age of 10 or 11 years old. I was sexually molested for about 2 or 3 years. was introduced to a man who just came out of the Vietnam War. His name is Michael Patten. He was the son of one of my mother’s drinking partners and her name was Barbara Patten. She would come over our house and her son would come over to visit me. My mom thought it was a good idea for me to have a older man for me to be my mentor. He would come over and pick me up and take me places like the beach, drive-in, and just a few fun places to go. During the times we went out, he would take me to the back roads so I could drive his car. I thought it was a big… Continue reading »

Still Going

I can barely remember my childhood but Im going to let it go and share what I do remember. Im 33 years old and grateful to have survived. I remember my mothers husband raping me at the age of 7. He was sexually, mentally, physically, and emotionally abusive. He was a well respected man in our community and a sergeant in the military. So when I finally couldnt take anymore I called a hotline. I was done. My own mother allowed him to do this to me. And I was tired of being scared after 5 years. So…after calling the hotline an investigator showed up. Wow. I never thought things could get worse but I was so wrong. They believed. They didnt do a damn thing. They gave him a lie detector test and he passed!!! That comfirmed my fears. He was crazy..he didnt think there was anything wrong with what he did. So I… Continue reading »

My Fears Do Not Define Me

I stumbled on this site via Google last night while trying to find a place i could talk without been judged. I must say this place is full of strong women and men , reading their stories all night made my heart break countless number of time. I hope to find the strength to go over mine soon because i have so much to offer the world to be held down by such occurrence. Like i said i’m not ready to share my story but i feel sharing my fears may open the door for more truth. One of the things that scares me most is ending up with an abusive partner. I know as a young adult (i will be 20 in some months time) i probably should be worried about my career (which i am, really that’s how i cope most days) and myself but the thought of dating someone who may later… Continue reading »