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My Stolen photographs,

I was notified, yesterday, that someone who I sent my picture long time ago ( Iwas sending pictures from my school dance to different friends, family, and classmates) is using that photo as their profile picture. We all know that that canbring many different implications. Now anyone can access your pictures, it is very easy to obtain. However, we all know what is right from wrong. We all know what using someone else's picture as your profile picture intentionally is very dishonest. Earlier, this year, my cell phone service was disconnected suddenly, without any good reason. You do know those friends of friends, someone that you saw or talk once. Well, a person who I saw maybe twice for few seconds after my phone got disconnected suddenly shows up at my door. This person gave me a pieceof paper with two different phone numbers. "They would like to speak to you," These are not people that I have not regular interactions or meaningful connections with. Then, I have an AHA moment, they have been hacking my cell phone and taking my pictures and using it on many different ways. Now that I don't have thatphone they want my new number should they can access my photographs again.

At one point, after my internet service was installed, the service used to get disconnected constantly. I couldn't figure out why. But, I noticed that every time it happened, I called, they always sent a service technician to my address. The next time that happened I saw that the problem with the connection was an outside problem that did not require an inside repair. Thus, I called the company, a

s always, they said that they will send someone to work on the problem and it needed to be inside my place. I refused, I felt that I was forced to have someoneunknown at my place when it was unnecessary. I finished that conversation and Icalled the company again. I spoke to a different representative. This person gave me different information agreeing with me that the problem was outside and that the person whom they were going to send didn't need to come into my place. Nonetheless, when the technician showed up he knocked my door told me that he needed to do his job. I explained to him that I have spoke with the phone representative so he went outside and fixed the problem, some wires that were broken. I left my place, so he did not get to come in. And it is not that I didn't want to show these workers hospitality. But, within a month or two when the internet service got disconnected and a stranger came into my home to make changes to me computer almost weekly. Fishy! Also, by talking to different service representative d

ifferent times, I realized that these phone representatives all gave me different information making doubt that these were the same people I was speaking to. Another day I went for a walk, there was a photographer who was taking pictures of a girl. The girl suddenly took her pants off and photograph herself on just her panties, in an area of the park which is designed for children to play. I feltvery uncomfortable. I decided to leave. As I was leaving the photographer started to ask me questions. He said, " You are very beautiful. I would love to takeyour pictures. so for" Then, give me his business card. I asked him what type ofphotographer he was, he had a phone. He showed me his website. All of the photographs were of women on their undies and these pictures were there in that website. I said my goodbyes and walked away. That is not the type of things I am interested on. Not that I could not embrace my body and be proud of it. But, it appear to me that there was more to that website than just plain photographs. So, I

never call this person. I found the whole experience very odd.

Before that happened, I was training and I got hired for a job in a restaurant.Just before the day I was learning the computer system before the place open, Iwas standing by the computer and one of my future bosses touched (grabbed for few seconds) my holder. To be honest with you, I wanted to tell him the time of the day. Instead I moved away giving him a dirt look. After about four hours of training and learning to do my job; They kept asking me to eat the bread from thebakery or to drink something. I said, " I wasn't hungry, then and there. I didn't want to eat anything." Why should I feel force to do that?" To summarize, I l

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eft and I was going to return to the place on opening day to do my job. It neverhappened. They never called back after I was hired. I am not the type of person who just doesn't show up without a good reason if I have to be at a place. Ata matter of fact, that place is now there taking dust. To be very honest with you as much as I needed the job I was glad. I knew that I wasn't going to toleratethis type of situations. It appears that these incidents are not connected, butoh yes they are. These were not mere coincidence, these were plan events. Thereare so many other odd situations that could help understand and clarify how I came to this conclusion. But, I will just say this, it is not normal to meet, geta business card, or hear of a person with the same name in different places, different circumstances within months, in grocery stories, the park, or an eventaround your area.

All this happened some time ago, now that the information is coming together at once, it makes me think twice. You see, I go through life giving people the benefit of the doubts as I stand my ground, trusting that we all have the best intentions until the contrary speaks for itself.

And I post about my day on the account I have on twitter. I know that many people would not understand nor I do expect them too. But, this is the only place I can use to voice my opinion. At times, writing something appear to be very random, disconnected, weird since I am not writing about the whole story. I am going by what is happening at the time. I am emotionally connected with my life and I am in good emotional place. And the reason for that is because (in my opinion) I

express myself through writing. Expressing myself has become my coping mechanism. A diary in which I can go back and see what was going on during that period ofmy life. My life is still good, believe me I stay away from all the negative things, focus, and do all the things I enjoy doing. Nonetheless, you probably cannot understand how frustrating. challenging times, unfair it is to just take a picture of yourself and see the image alter (sort of me, but not really). They dothis as if they are entitled to. As if the message is, it is your own fault forhaving a face and body. To see a pictures of you a year ago used now as if theyare someone's else pictures, images or videos; as if making a few changes, justbecause they put bigger breast, aged you, add hair, change eye color, or whatever alterations they do to an image makes it a different person. It doesn't! It is me. Even if I don't have a mirror on my face or eyes looking inward! Those aremy pictures, that is my life, ID you stolen.