My suppressed memories of being abused for years as a child by a close family member ambushed me in my teens. The feelings of being dirty and treated like an object evolved into hating my body. I transformed from being very expressive and feminine to trying to hide my body. After losing my father to cancer, my aunt put me through “breast ironing” to ensure I was not “guilty” of attracting men, which further deepened my sense of shame and guilt. It is an abusive tradition that is just one example of the lack of women's rights in my society. To be strong for my mother, who raised us alone, I suppressed all my emotions and built up a shell. I felt my identity was lost like I was nothing because everyone else had decided for me. The emptiness inside me grew to a large hole, and with that, my loneliness grew to the point where I did not see any reason for living. See how I became aware of my destructive pattern with my partners and how this led me to open up about my stigmatized addiction to porn and masturbation. This allowed me to accept that I was a survivor of abuse and to open up to my sister and mother about my trauma. Learn how the way they met me allowed me to stand tall in society's traditional norms and stigma to hold my survivor story. Finding my voice, I started to campaign against the stigmatization of women, and especially survivors of gender-based violence. That further developed, and I grew into a climate activist, ecofeminist, and social entrepreneur who passionately raised global awareness of the effects of climate change in Madagascar.