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I Woke Up In The Tub

I woke up in the bathtub. With the shower running. My socks were on. My underwear between my legs. The alarm was going off. Something was wrong. Besides the socks. Besides the underwear. Besides the shower and the tub. Besides the pain. Don’t think about the pain. Something was wrong. I was late for my flight. Get on the plane. Don’t think about the pain, get on the plane. So I did. I don’t remember actually getting out of the shower, turning off the water, drying off or getting dressed – I assume it happened because the next thing I remember is tossing my room keys onto the hotel front desk and checking out. Something’s wrong with my eyes. Why can’t I open my eyes all the way. Why do I hurt. Get on the plane. C calls – her driver’s license is missing; is mine missing? do I have hers accidentally? Do I remember… Continue reading »

Was It My Fault?

My experience has left me confused so I would really appreciate it if someone could help me understand this. First off I was 19 when this happened & I’m 20 now. This happened back in September of 2015. I was in a sexual relationship with a Marine & I had given my virginity to him after a few glasses of wine. He asked me if I wanted to go to bed with him & I stupidly said yes to him & we had sex. A couple of weekends later we met up again & we did oral. I was giving him head but I was not deep throating because I am not comfortable with it. Giving head & deep throating are 2 different things if I’m not mistaken. I have consent to him for me to give him a blow job, as I was giving it to him he asked me “How deep can you… Continue reading »

Kidnapped in Naples

In December of 1989 I was traveling in Italy alone, but I had contacts that my boyfriend in Canada had set up for me in different cities in Italy. I left friends in Rome to go to Naples specifically to see Pompeii. When I arrived in Naples my contact had moved and couldn’t be reached, I was disappointed but I was on a mission. A man on a scooter who spoke moderate English said he could help me, that he worked with the tourist board and could help me find a hotel, what price range was I looking at. Since he was on a scooter I thought to myself if he tried anything I could easily jump off, so I left with him to find a hotel, he drove up and around as if to give me a tour but also to confuse me about Naples. He took me to a pensione, I registered and… Continue reading »

They asked if I was lying

In August 2005, I was raped by someone known to my family. I was drunk and passed out when it happened. For a long time, I felt like it was my mistake. Like it was my fault that someone had done this to me. I remember people asking me if it really happened. My brother asked me if it was true. I wish it wasn’t. The weight that I’ve carried for the past 10 yrs has been unbearable at times. I would try so hard to forget, but I’ve thought about my assault every single day. I hope that finally sharing my story will start this much delayed and much needed healing process. — Jaimie

Senior Trip

I was 18 years old when I was raped. This event occurred about 6 months ago, on my senior trip. I got extremely intoxicated with a big group of friends. Friends I’ve grown up with. One of my friends was around me pretty much the whole night, a male friend. He watched me drink, and drink and drink until he knew I wasn’t in my right mind anymore. While he sat back and watched me, he never touched a single drink. He was completely sober the whole night. A group of us went down to the beach. I was drunk at this point but still able to recall. I remember stumbling around with a girlfriend of mine and getting sandy. Four of us went up to one of the hotel rooms we were close to and I wanted to shower because of all the sand on us. By then we drank more. I remember getting… Continue reading »