My Soul was Sold

TIFFANY MESTER

“I still remember the pain as he grabbed me by the hair digging into my scalp while my head beat on the divider.  I wrestled  free and ran as fast as my legs would possibly take me.   As I staggered into the gas station I caught my reflection in the glass window.  I was a bloody, broken hopeless mess.  Like a tape recorder her words played in my head, ‘You will never be anything more than a prostitute.'”

 

Hear Tiffany’s story – how God made beauty made from ashes.

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