Welcome to the ninety seven percent. Or as a judge in Canada put it "This was not an event to document". Like her age was the only issue with the picture. Like she wasn't being raped by four boys.Like her age was the reason she hung herself. Like the laughs and catcalls and broken sobs in the empty nights were nothing to the hands that tied that rope. Like the slut shaming was simply her punishment for being too young. It was sexual harassment because she was too young, but her lack of consent was too scary for the boys who did this to her to be thrown in jail for. They should have died, not her. And I know rapists, I know those boys don't feel bad about what they did, they don't care that she could no longer stand to look in the mirror at the bruises that eventually faded into horrifying nightmares. Next time you tell her she wasn't raped, that she should sit and be quiet, that she's blowing it out of proportion, stop and swallow your words. Think about how your voice will echo in her nightmares. The rape culture is so painfully prevalent, I want to show those people who "don't believe" in it. I want to make them cry, for her sake, for my friends' sake, for my sisters' sake. for me.