I thought the shame has left me. 

I was wrong.

I am not ashamed anymore.

I know it wasn't my fault. 

I know I didn’t invent it. 

I touch my breast, pull them, push them and move them around.

Want to tear them off, reconnect them and hold them together.

But someone is trying to take them away from me... 

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In this video I touch my breast, pull them, push them and move them. Want to tear them off, reconnect them and hold them together. But someone is trying to take them away from me and it is going on and on and on. With these breasts I wake up, drink my coffee, having meetings, working, creating, kissing,  walking,  having sex, taking a shower and go to sleep.

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What a day  expresses my complicated relationship with my breasts. I believe it's relevant to many other women which are having a complex with their bodies regarding the fact we are facing the consent threat of assault.