deborah bradley
Stories (2/0)
How Rape Changed My Life
I always knew, as a teenager, that men liked my body. I was a good girl, for the most part, but living in Hawaii, I wore bikinis a lot and I saw the looks and stares from grown men even though I was only 15 or 16. It made me uncomfortable to say the least but what can you do? I was 5'9" tall and weighted 124 lbs. My figure was a perfect 36/24/36 and I couldn't change that. It was who I was. I was ignorant at that point in my life. I wore clothes that showed off my figure and thought nothing of it. And why should I have, what I wore should not have defined what could happen to me. It was the mid 70's and life and love was wild and free, or so I thought.
By deborah bradley2 years ago in Psyche
True Love Finds Its Way Home
I walked those neighborhood streets every day at 13 and every day in my mind up until I was 45. I remembered the shimmering asphalt on a hot summer day and the way the road smelled as it heated up. Meeting up with friends on the street corner, talking, smoking and hanging out was all we had to do back then. It was the 70's and life was hard but for a 13 year old it was easy. When I look back, I realize my parents must have struggled but I didn't know it. I had the basics and our house, while small, was nice. My dad was in the military and we lived in a small Alabama town for 3 years on one of his duty stations. I loved it.
By deborah bradley2 years ago in Families