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Honesty why would I put this amount of energy into my body and then want to be with someone who didn’t care about hers? Why wouldn’t you want to put all your effort into creating the best visual experience for us?Keeping yourself trim and fit shows me you care about pleasing me visually, and…to be honest, sexually. Especially when we put so much energy into doing it for you.Her diagnoses change frequently – from alcoholism to dissociative identity disorder – and my relationship with her has been fraught with animosity for as long as I can remember.Ten years ago, Nathan and I placed our firstborn son for adoption. I had just graduated from Northwest University, a Christian college on the Eastside, and was preparing to spend two years in Jakarta, Indonesia, as an associate missionary.I know a few of you are going to bristle because of this man’s sexual references to the female body type, and I understand that because maybe you’re not used to seeing that type of talk, but I can assure you that imagining sex with women is on the mind of most red-blooded heterosexual men 50-11 times a day.Editor's note: Tara Weaver posted this essay on her personal Facebook page after the second presidential debate, when Donald Trump said that his talk of sexual assault was merely locker room banter. Boys who were dating my girlfriends who also tried to kiss me in secret. I buy dresses but can’t bring myself to wear them because they don't feel safe. In a full parking lot, I would never park next to a van. I cross the street to avoid walking by people in the dark. At parties I listen to multiple conversations at once. To exist in a world that has betrayed you in such a fundamental way can be unbearable. Sometimes we speak out — to which we’re generally told to have a sense of humor, that boys will be boys, or it’s just locker room banter. But this election has made me cry — at home, in the car, while I'm working. If a guy showed interest and seemed safe and we started dating, I pretended to get drunk and pass out, just to see what he might do. Their legs were longer, they were stronger, and there were two of them. I had been raised to see men, all people, as human, to be concerned about their welfare, to be a nurturer, to care. I was also practical: I didn’t want the encounter to turn violent. There were four other people in the compartment: two male riders and a man and woman, holding hands.

Since 2009, I have been making photographs of my mentally ill, substance-abusing mother.

There have been other instances as well, though less violent. The mistake we make is thinking that harassment is about desire, lust or even attraction. To stop and look at a watch or phone would put me at risk. Sometimes we harm or self-injure, treating ourselves as poorly as we have been treated. When I hear news of a female suicide, I always wonder.

When I returned to school I explained to my professor why I had missed class. “You were practically asking for it.” Perhaps she had been listening to locker room banter as well. But my appearance is irrelevant and these are the wrong questions to be asking. My abuse has not left me open, it’s made me close myself off. If a man asks me what time it is, I shrug and keep walking. When your human connections have been so violated you become a country unto yourself. I wonder what life might have been like had these things not happened to me. Since I was a little girl all I’ve wanted to do is hide. Sometimes I see women who are small — thin arms and tiny waists — and I wonder how they can stand to be in this world. I think of the words of writer Roxanne Gay, a survivor of childhood rape: “I got to make my body into what I wanted it to be, which is a fortress.” I recognize other abuse victims, I see myself in them. Sometimes we are anorexic or bulimic, exerting a control over our bodies that has been taken from us.

And ladies, let me tell you, there’s nothing more beautiful then the graceful muscle structure of a finely tuned black female body… It’s such a disappointment when I see this beautiful face approach me and then as I scroll through I see you’re bigger than me.

I know you’ve all had it engrained upon your mind that you need to eat and put some pounds on and whatever else your culture has tonight you but listen, your trying to cross cultural lines here, I don’t go to Japan and demand cheeseburgers, I go for the sushi.

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