My Revolutionary Perspective on Being Sexually Molested

I used to hate my name.  Kayla.  Because of shame I wanted it to change. Why? Because I was chained. Enslaved to this notion that innately, to the depths of my core, I was bad.  B.A.D. A three letter word…

Spokane, WA.

Imperfectly Perfect

Let’s start with some honest conversation. I have indirectly evaded this illusive world of blogging for almost 4 years.  I’ve ignored, dismissed, and rationalized the concept of “posting” my life, especially my thoughts, on a website for all to see.…