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I have always been a proud woman. I came from a small village in the Middle East where women were often seen as submissive and inferior to men. My mother was a strong woman who taught me to be confident and independent, but even she could not prepare me for this moment. I had just arrived at this military base as a new recruit and was already feeling overwhelmed by the strict rules and harsh environment.
As I stood there with my feet shoulder-width apart and bent forward at the waist, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed and humiliated. I was being inspected like an animal, and I could feel the eyes of the officer on me, analyzing every curve and crevice of my body. My hands were reaching behind me to pull apart my cheeks, exposing myself to the officer's gaze.
I had never felt so vulnerable and exposed in my life. The reflective mirror in front of me showed me a distorted image of myself, but it was enough for me to realize just how little I had left to hide. I was at their mercy now, and all I could do was hope that they would be kind and compassionate in their judgment of me. But as I stood there frozen in place, waiting for the officer's verdict, I couldn't help but wonder what other indignities lay ahead.
