humansofnewyork: (3/3) “I never tell the story to anyone. I find it shameful. I find it pitiful.
humansofnewyork: (3/3) “I never tell the story to anyone. I find it shameful. I find it pitiful. When I finally escaped, the man said to me: ‘I hope you’ll forgive me for what I’ve done to your life.’ But honestly his soul is not my problem. I’ve done everything I can to forget those years. I think you have only one duty in life. You stand up and you go. No matter what happens: I will buy a dress, I will color my hair, I’ll put on my lipstick, and I’ll go out and meet people. After I got my papers, the first thing I did was enroll in French school. I began to make friends. I learned that people liked me. I could make them laugh. Can you imagine? For ten years I hadn’t made anyone laugh. I began to see that I wasn’t handicapped. I wasn’t deformed. I wasn’t broken. I became a salesperson at a make-up store. I was so good at it. Number one in Europe for my company. And I met a man who cares about me. His name is Mark. He’s super beautiful. He’s bald. I love bald. I typed ‘bald’ into the dating site. And he sincerely cares about me. He’s given me home and family. Twenty times a day he surprises me with something kind. It took me three years to tell him about my past. I didn’t want him to know that I’d lived through dramatic things. I didn’t want to be a survivor. I wanted to be delicate and feminine. It’s my pleasure to be weak. It’s my joy. I cried for three days after I told him. But he didn’t care at all. My past didn’t bother him. It only bothered him that I was crying.”(Paris, France) -- source link