It's almost as if I believe deep down - if I can have taught skin, a whittled waist, and breasts that aren't wonky, my life will be better, easier.

In my opinion, this is the most acute, most insidious, most tragic damage done by sexual betrayal.

I'm trying to stay calm - as other parents are around and this is getting embarrassing. Inside, I was screaming and shaking him. But on the outside - cool as a cucumber, calm, and relaxed. This is nothing. I've got this.

If you are interested in joining me on this journey of becoming a woman living life from a place of worthiness, I encourage you to do a couple of things...

So why, then, has it been so hard for me to live my life out of a place of worthiness? To live from a place of deep security and wholeness?