One afternoon, my cell phone rang in Buenos Aires. I listened, confused, as I already forgot about that footage. When she described the video, I grasped the seriousness of the situation. From that moment, hell broke loose in my conservative and religious family and city. I lost jobs, faced harassment legally and socially, and the media relentlessly pursued me.
As time went on, I began to withdraw. This year, however, a group of legislators introduced a bill in my honor to protect others from the same ordeal. For the first time, I began to heal. The weight of oppression finally lifted, and I felt liberated. At 20 years old, I lived in Buenos Aires as I tried to break into the artistic world. I started a relationship and experienced a beautiful sort of love. My boyfriend and I always explored new ways of expressing our feelings.
We wrote poems to each other and filmed each other in daily situations. One day, we filmed ourselves having sex. We set the camera beside the bed, aiming to capture our connection and the way we became one as our bodies intertwined. Afterward, we watched the video but felt it did not reflect our emotions, so we deleted it.
He gave it to a cousin, who somehow discovered my intimate video, copied it, and sold DVDs everywhere. When I won the trial against my cousin and they reclaimed all the DVDs with my video, I thought the catastrophe was over. The following year, as my artistic dream steadily progressed, I joined a reality show which would choose the starring couple for the Argentine version of High School Musical.
Quickly, I advanced in casting amongst thousands of participants and became the favorite to win. I felt ecstatic, thrilled to reach the place I always dreamed of. On July 9, , the last time it snowed in Buenos Aires, we all went out to enjoy the landscape. I thought they were going to offer me a special highlight at the next gala, but his sudden seriousness told me otherwise. We arrived at a room, and as the door opened, I saw about ten people in suits sitting around a table.
