My name is Ff, and I'm a thirty-year-old woman who is angry. My entire life has been filled with struggles and injustices that have led me to this point.
I grew up in poverty, always struggling to make ends meet. My parents were never around, and I was left to fend for myself from an early age. I had to work multiple jobs just to make enough money to eat.
As I got older, things didn't get any easier. I was constantly bullied at school because of my appearance and the fact that I couldn't afford nicer clothes or shoes like everyone else.
Eventually, I found a way out. I landed a job as a waitress in a local restaurant, which allowed me to make enough money to support myself while also going to college part-time.
However, my luck didn't last long. While working one night, I was sexually assaulted by a customer who had been harassing me all evening. The management of the restaurant did nothing to help me, and instead blamed me for the incident.
This was the final straw. I quit my job and enrolled in law school, determined to use my experience to help others in similar situations.
Now, as a lawyer, I fight for women who have been assaulted or discriminated against. It may not be enough to make up for everything that has happened to me, but it's a way for me to channel my anger and frustration into something positive.