My name is Helen Black. I grew up in an orphanage in the outskirts of New York, in a small town called Sylvania. I wasn’t like the other kids there. Even amidst the dirt and scabs, I was what most define as “beautiful”. The other girls hated me, spat on me, called me slut. The boys leered at me, crept into my room at night, and tried to finger bang me. No parents. Seen only as an object of contempt or lust. Yeah, I’d say...