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ON WOMEN’S DAY Trust the Body That Saved You
by Myat Moe Khaing ‘WHY didn’t you just move his hand away?’ my friend asks. I stare, my mind blank. I want to answer, but I can’t. Seriously, why didn’t I just move it? Or shout? As I search for the reason, a lump rises in my throat. I hear the care in my friend’s voice, but my mind drifts to the moment I froze. I am reliving the violation, the humiliation! For a long time I felt betrayed by my own body. How could it abandon me during a very vulnerable moment? My body, whic
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