Why I posed naked for a book about sexual assault (and why it’s not contradictory)

Let’s start with the formalities.
My name is Nicole.
I was raped when I was 16.
I was drunk.
I was wearing a t shirt and shorts.
I took a drink from a random guy I’d been chatting to for about half an hour.
I was drugged.
I woke up covered in blood. My white shorts were almost entirely red.
I don’t remember his name.
It was the first time I’d ever had ‘sex.’
I wasn’t asking for it.
I bled for days.
I scrubbed my body so hard my skin bled too.
I hurt for years.
I refuse to be ashamed any more.