Sharing pictures with Lenia brought me to memories lost in m..

Sharing pictures with Lenia brought me to memories lost in my drive. Five years ago I was in Brazil, I spent Christmas in Rio with Argentinian girls with whom I was sharing a couchsurfing place. Five years ago I traveled from Fortaleza, north of Brazil to the Chilean Patagonia mostly hitchhiking and definitely alone for 6 months. I only had 300€/month as a student benefit because I still had to finish my Master's thesis. It was beautiful, tough, human, full of challenges. The two main things I've learnt from this trip are first how fucking privileged I am to be a cute WHITE woman. People always helped me even when I was not asking for it, they gave me everything when they barely have anything themselves. I was almost angry that they helped ME, this European, far from being rich but still privileged enough to go travel by herself when so many people are suffering around them. BTW the level of plastic pollution in South America is worse than anything you can imagine, I've seen plastic EVERYWHERE, and cried several times in front of absurd scenes. Oh yes, I'm an ecologist, when I was 7 I decided than animals were superior to human beings because they don't destroy the planet, I actually used to hate human beings very deeply. Today I have a different point of view but I still think that human beings as a specie are failing in a tremendous way. The second thing I learnt is how fucked up it is to be a woman in this world. I was kinda feminist but I was not feeling the collective feminine trauma in my body and soul, just understanding it with my mind. Like men. I liked being watched by men, I liked feeling beautiful and desired, I was feeling powerful. During that trip I got a few bad experiences but also a constant pressure from males hitting on me constantly. And everything changed, suddenly this trauma was inside me even though I rejected it for two years. I felt a mix of disgust and distrust for men in general and I couldn't appreciate their look anymore, I was a victim. It was mostly un-conscious since I was negating a part of my experience because I didn't want 'them' to be right. I didn't want people to tell me that I shouldn't have traveled alone because it was dangerous. 'Fuck them! I knew the risk, I took it because I want to be alive and free even if I'm a woman and I have zero regret.' Since that I explored my experience, accepted it and healed slowly until feeling 'normal' again with men hitting on me. I also started sexwork and I felt powerful again. Feminine power is incredibly beautiful and I wish all women could heal their trauma and feel it, feel the Goddess they have inside, be free, be sexual and gorgeous like the sluts we all are deep inside. But man! The trauma and fear are fucking huge. I think some of you wanted to more about me, here you have a tiny piece of the story of my life :)