A day where a man and a woman can be friends without having to be something more. A day where a woman can walk down the street and not be hollered at in a sexually belligerent fashion. A day where men respect us for who we are and not what we are. Where they see us as more than just a body, more than just skin, breasts, and an easy lay. A day when those who have wronged us in the most intimate and cruel way possible are served a sentence that befits the crime. And especially a day when those who have been victims of sexual crimes can finally not feel ashamed and not feel as though we will be judged because of someone else’s selfishness. That is what justice looks like to me.