At age 13, I was drugged and sexually assaulted. When I came clean to someone about it, my confession wasn’t heard past the fact that I was wearing a dress at the time of the violation. It was years until I accepted that the dress wasn’t the reason I had to experience that. It was not my fault. The ill-intentions of the man were there regardless of my clothing. I am strong despite my infractions. The dress might as well have been a cape.