I regret…not telling my parents about my sexual assault. I also regret not doing anything about it. I regret ever going to the party in the first place. For a time, I thought that it was my fault. That if I didn’t drink, maybe it wouldn’t have happened. There was a long period of time where I couldn’t even look at my body. I would do anything I could to make myself not look revealing, even gaining at least 30 pounds my freshman year of college. But this story has a bittersweet ending. I am losing weight, and am slowly regaining trust in my male friends who I once never second-guessed their intentions since they’re like my family. But I can never bring myself to tell my parents what happened, and it’s best if they never do find out.