My "How To" questions after porn.

As a young girl I remember how exasperated I'd get over social injustice or the complexity of unfair circumstances that seemed to always swell up around the most undeserving of people. My mum had watched as my stubborn spirit brood for years over the unsatisfying question of "why?" She would often sigh softly and say, "Peanie, you can't save the whole world." And at her words I would fume and boil and my soul would scramble around trying to figure out ways to prove her statement incorrect.

But after years of wrestling with the world and its injustice, I have concluded that my mum was right and the brokenness of the world could never be healed by a single stubborn girl.

Recently (give or take a few months) I've taken an interest in the effects of porn and the injustice that I've found has taken all but a small part of who I used to be. Ignorance and a strong will to stick to my own business would have been a much more blissful path to have taken. But instead I'm breathless and broken by the innocence that porn has stolen from our young children, from our brothers, from our friends, from our fathers and from our families. The damage seems all too chaotic and extreme, my heart is jaded and angry.

I cried aloud to God in desperation. And found myself in the thick of a relationship poisoned by the very thing I swore would never invade.

I was so wrong and so naive.

I wonder why it is that women find freedom in selling themselves to an industry that sucks them dry, and I'm not just talking about the porn industry. I'm talking about the way we choose to dress, what parts of our body we accentuate, how eager and quick we are to give anything and everything away to the first person that shows us any attention. That industry my friends, fueled and run along side a generation addicted to pornography, wouldn't even know what freedom looked like if it was oozing all over them.

As a young woman, I try to fight the lies that I see and hear all around me. I try to compensate, convince, rationalize. But it is exhausting, overwhelming and for lack of better words, hard.

I just want to know how to heal from a world so rooted in brokenness.
How do we address our children?
How do we override the media and instill truth about body image, self worth and sexuality to a generation over connected?
How do we heal?
How do we move forward?