I have always been a quiet person. I’m usually OK being in solitude. But most of the time I’m really hard on myself. When I was about fourteen years old, My pastor would force me to hug him and he would touch my breasts and pin me against a wall. I told my parents and a friend but no one did anything to help. I’m twenty-one now and I still have such a hate for myself and body. My boyfriend really loves me and I believe it. But I feel that I am so broken I don’t deserve it.