Bring Brave Miss World to your community or campus
to spark conversation, awareness and change.

>> Click here to host a screening

Sharing your survival story can inspire others who may be
victims of sexual assault to receive the help they need.

>> Click here to join the conversation

Buy a T-Shirt or make a donation and be part
of the solution for rape awareness and prevention.

>> Click here to make a donation
>> Click here to buy a t-shirt

My Daughter

My daughter was molested (8 yr old) one time by one of my brothers. God is so great that allow me to find out as soon as it happened. Soon after that we moved to US. In that week when happened I told my mother and she did not believed me, I told my dad he did not do anything and I did not want to expose my daughter to the police or government doctors examinations. So I didn’t do anything. I has been 22 years ago and it hurts like if was yesterday. Few years back living in US where you learn that you need to speak about it, I started to tell everyone in my family about what he did to my daughter. Few years ago I became a Christian believer but in my mind I have not been able to forgive him, I pretend he does not exist. We had a wonderful… Continue reading »

Feeling Lost

Though at times I feel lost, I know now that I am not defeated. The first time I was assaulted I was only 4 years old. My dad’s best friend molested me. I only vaguely remember what happened, but remember how I felt more than anything. I recall feeling confused and dirty, and I think I blocked most of it out. I never told my parents about it, even after Gary died of a heart attack. I fear that they will blame themselves. My second incident was when my sister invited two guys she recently met to our apartment. We were all drinking when I guess I had too much. My sister stripped me and put me in the bathtub so that I could sober up. I couldn’t even move my arms. We only had one bathroom, so every time one of the guys would use the bathroom, they would touch me. My sister and… Continue reading »

Holding It In

I was 14, a virgin, naive, trusting at my first sleep over at my father’s friend’s home with his older teenage daughter and my sister. He was part of a group of 19 and 20 year old that were friends of the teenage girl hosting the sleep over. Twenty, tall,tan and totally charming as he sat next to me and told me how beautiful I was. I for the first time felt special for being a female not a daughter or student. We spoke for hours the evening turned into night and he remained my Prince Charming, sweetly singing my praises. When I headed to the bedroom I was to share with my sister that night I had a smile on my face thinking of my Prince, I fell asleep with that grin on my face. I suddenly could not get air and I awoke suddenly I could feel a big hand muffling my face…. Continue reading »

My Mother Was Raped

I was not sure if I should talk about this in public. I have saved this feeling in my heart for so many years, I remembered one day my mother and I were arguing about a boy I wanted to go out with. My mother was so afraid and started crying out of nowhere. At this point she told me “she was raped when she was 14 years old by her own brother.” She said she wanted me to be safe always and she was scared because she didn’t want anything happening to me. I am 25 years old now and I can not believe the courage my mother has to go on, she was able to block this and continue with her life but everyday I pray for her. Everyday I ask God to make her wounds heal I know it’s not easy for her, and when I see her day dreaming I just… Continue reading »

I’ve Never Told Anyone Before

I was first raped at the age of 13 hanging out with my friends when I wasn’t supposed to be. It was one of my friends there who was the son of my best friend. To this day you are the first that I have told. I did not tell his mother nor mine to this day and won’t. That night was the first time that I’ve been raped. The last time I was raped was by my only child’s (my beautiful son) abusive father. I’ve never spoken of that either. You are the only person that knows other than my abusive ex. He is a very bad man and pure evil. My son witnessed and was subject to abuse as well and holds a great hatred for such doings. If my family knew it would hurt them greatly, so I carry the burden myself because we’ve all been through enough and are still going… Continue reading »

When I Was 8 Years Old

It is a miracle I am alive. I come from a family in which my step mother and father molested, raped and raised me behind closed doors with the secret of rape… Among the dinner parties with friends and family around.. my brother and I suffered in silence. We had no name for what was being done to us. I never knew what I kind of day I would have living with pedophiles. My father also sold me to a man at a bar when I was 8 years old. I was tied with barbed wire at my feet and hands, tortured and raped as well. Several days later my father came and got me and told me that I would be “taken away” if I told anyone…It is also important to note that pedophiles keep the company of other pedophiles…. It has taken me most of my life to process what I have lived… Continue reading »

Molested at 3

I am 55 years old, I was molested at age 3, I can still remember that day as if it happened today. I grew up very shy, and scared of men even to the point I hated men Doctor’s….. The boy was 16, and a Family friend. He was left to babysit and put me in my bed and used a wash rag on me telling me how bad I was, I wont go into detail about this, He abused my brother’s also. When my Daddy got home I ran to him, and told, I watched my Daddy chase him from our house, I did not see him again till I was 13, I was shocked, and scared. The first thing he said to me was (I used to change your diapers, an nothing happened.) I saw him again at 16 just before I got married, he said the same thing, I told him that… Continue reading »

Virgin Rape

In 1971, I was groomed/tricked by a male student from Chicago’s south side who was at a community college located in southeastern Washington State on a football scholarship. I was 18. I came from an abusive home: my mother mentally, emotionally and physically abused me from my age of 2 1/2 years when my father was not present and my elder siblings were at school. I was the family scapegoat–my older siblings (boy and girl 7 and 5 years older) never came to my defense when these assaults happened after school. I protected my younger brother from my mother’s abuse until I left home at age 18. I was naive in the world yet understood in crisis moments I had no experience to stop abusive behavior toward me from others–all I thought of was surviving the moment. This is the first of many terrible experiences of varying types I underwent in my early adult years… Continue reading »

Raped as a Boy

I was raped as a child for many years by someone I considered a father figure, my uncle. I had only realized what it was before I became a teenager. He passed away in 97 from a flesh-eating disease. I always thought this was God’s doing for what he did to me. This is probably the only time in my life I will ever speak or write about it. I have learnt to push these memories far back into my mind.

Heavy Is The Head

I was abused by a family member and a church member. It wasn’t until 20 years later that I told anyone. Even when you release such a tragic event from your mind, it does not go away like telling someone your sorry and they say I forgive you. You truly want those individuals, if not too afraid, to come to you and say they are sorry and us to be able to forgive them. Yet this will sadly never happen. So in the meantime the victims are left to search for forgiveness of themselves because a lot of times we are made to be instigators of such horrible crimes. Some made to feel this way by others and many made to feel as if it was their fault. Since these instances I have tried to take my life 3 times and have been placed in mental institutions. All of this after I had come to… Continue reading »