Weighing in at about 250 pounds and dressed in leopard print leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, Rhonda was the epitome of inspiration. I met her at a support group for survivors of sexual assault when I was 18 years old. All Rhonda wanted was an apartment of her own and a lot of cats. At that time, Rhonda was in her late 40s. Rhonda’s brother and father molested her until, in her early teens, she finally fled home. Continue Reading →
