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One in Four

I came into college knowing the horrifying statistics of rape, but I never thought that I would be the one in four. My night started like any other night of drinking and hanging out with my roommate, only this time our “friend” asked if he could come join us. We said yes, as he was a friend who we knew to be the life of the party. I remember sitting at our kitchen table playing quarters and laughing at the jokes he was telling us. If only I had known that in less than two hours from that moment that the only joke I would be laughing at was myself, and the thought of this man sitting in front of me really being a friend. I walked to my room only to find that my door had been closed and the lights to be turned off. I opened the door only to find him laying… Continue reading »

I am J. D. R., and I have been murdered by my rapist, his family, and the justice system

I am J.D.R., and I was physical and sexually assaulted almost 3 years ago by a police officer in Salem, VA. I was shocked, scared, stayed quite; I stopped functioning, I stopped going to school, working; scared to leave my house or go anywhere. I never got the courage to report him because of the things he said, his social status and the fact that his father is a lieutenant; also, I was afraid of my family pointing the figure at me and blaming me. I only got the courage to stand up for myself from behind a computer in my room telling everyone what happened to me, which got ME in trouble not him. I finally got the courage to report him, but it was pointless, they only believed his lies, and his father has many connections, so they put me in jail not him. They did not want to hear my side of… Continue reading »

No one cared until I made them

My name is Deondra. I am 26 years old. I’ve been going through sexual harassment throughout my employment there from my supervisor. I reported it and in return nothing was done and i feel as if they thought i was lying and it was a joke or something! So i began carrying a tape recorder and i have recordings of it as proof! This man has done this numerous times and not just me but he’s been reported before! Moving me or him to a different shift is easy but i won’t have it… what happens to the next woman?!?! They can just keep allowing this! It’s a lot more that goes on such as retaliation towards officers when he’s having a bad day. It’s stressful going to work, being at work, being at home knowing i have to go there, just everything about that place. Other supervisors knew, i reported it to HR, and… Continue reading »

My Mother’s Life Partner Sexually Harrased Me throughout my childhood

When I was 13 & a half my mother took me out of school & used me as a labor child . She prevented me from going to school , having friends, or ever leaving our home for one full year I worked like an adult DAILY in her clothing factory, I slept on her bedroom floor while she & her husband on a bed. I slept in the bathroom twice as her punishment to me . I had to deal with protecting myself from her husband’s sexual advances towards me especially when she was not around .. eventually I grew tired of my living situation & wanted to be in school like normal kids so I asked her husband my “stepfather” to please talk to her & let me go back to school & he stood up & pulled his pants down & asked that I perform oral sex on him. I never had… Continue reading »

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 »

Set Up

This is crazy because this is the first time I’ve ever publicly talked about it. Not even many of my friends know. I always say “something transpired in college.” It’s my way of not dealing with it. Well, by the subject I’m sure you’re wondering what I mean by set up. My “friend” in college set me up for what she said would be a party but that I was the special guest. In college, all you do is party. The crazy thing is I was never the party type because my parents allowed me to have a pretty decent social life so when I got to college I didn’t need to break free. Well, that was all dandy until I met Dee. She was really cool, and so was her family — they are socialites. Dee, who I spent what seemed like every free minute with was trying to get me out of my… Continue reading »

Finally facing it

I’m 32 years old and married now. When I was 15 years old I was dating a 16 year old. I was a virgin with no intentions of having sex anytime soon. I was very naive about sex and also insecure about my body. I went to the homecoming dance with my boyfriend. Before the dance, we went to a neighbor’s house who provided alcohol to minors. I had never drank before. They made screw drivers and I drank for the first time. I’m not sure if I was given date rape drugs or just got drunk enough to black out, but I still remember feeling extremely out of it and I only remember tiny bits from the night. I remember going to a bedroom at this person’s house and passing out. The next day I had no idea I had had sex. All I remember is feeling sore when I went to the bathroom… 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