“Where are you?”, this is the kind of a conversation i have with myself every morning , my mornings have become so tough, this is what happens after 5 years...

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I’m sorry if my English is bad. My name is Marie, I am 15 years old, and I live in an orphanage. Not because I don’t have parents, but because...

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My papa passed away in 1987. I was 19 years old. I remember being a little girl of about five years and innocently asking him how he found out I...

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I try to look all put together, but I’m as conflicted as any other – trying to make sense of life. I had been told from an early age that...

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After high school, I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. I was really lost. I knew I wanted to make something of myself. My dad was...

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In the silence, I found strength. In the darkness, I found light. And in the journey from silence to sound, I discovered the true essence of resilience.” These were the...

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My name is Natalia, I am 26 years old, I was trained as an Obstetrician in the provinces of Tucumán and Entre Ríos, Argentina. I consider myself a feminist, an...

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I’ve always struggled with my gender identity. Growing up, I started playing baseball because of my older brother. I was always the only girl on my team, but it never...

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This story starts from the teens where a girl was growing to be a brave, innocent, and smart child with great features like black shiny hair, black eyes, and a...

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I realized that I really didn’t know my body until this situation. I felt that wasn’t right, and it was violence in a sense. I knew that many women have...

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My story highlights issues around gender violence in groups and attitudes toward women’s civic activism and women in politics. My main message is to show the relationship within the activist...

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Vivimos nuestras vidas de momento a momento, de respiración a respiración. A veces, aguantamos nuestra respiración para que el momento dure, pero otras veces, cerramos los ojos y rogamos para...

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My point is that women which get back from maternity leave should not be afraid to claim their rights. I was reflecting about violence and gender-based violence, and I remembered...

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I chose to tell this story because I live in a community outside of Santiago, away from home and my mother. It is a recognition of my mom, because I...

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The main point of my story is the changes that occur within a person… Our parents raise us in a certain way, but we have the power to change and...

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