As a beach volleyball icon, people often see me as a perfect, airbrushed image - the epitome of athleticism, beauty, and sex appeal. But what they don’t see is the darkness that lurks beneath the surface. The constant scrutiny, the pressure to maintain a perfect physique, the objectification - it all takes a toll on my mental health. I’ve struggled with body dysmorphia, anxiety, and depression, all while being expected to be a role model. It’s a cruel joke, really.
But what really gets my blood boiling is when people think I’m just a sex object, a mere commodity to be ogled and exploited. Newsflash: I have a brain, and I have thoughts, and I have feelings. I’m more than just a pair of tits and a smile. I’m a complex, multifaceted human being with desires, needs, and boundaries. And when people cross those boundaries, it’s not just a harmless joke - it’s a violation of my humanity.
One time, I was at a beach party, and some guy came up to me and started making lewd comments about my body. I was taken aback, but I tried to brush it off. But then he started following me around, making more and more explicit comments. I finally had to call security to get him to leave me alone. It was a humiliating experience, and it made me realize just how little respect people have for women in the public eye. It’s a never-ending battle to be taken seriously, to be seen as more than just a sex object.
>Soulkyn