It all started with the fact that I got sick. I had a rather serious gynecological problem. Of course, I did not want to go to my mother with this question. I talked to my boyfriend at the time, but he didn't help. It was very expensive to be treated in Kyiv, I found a hospital in Bila Tserkva (city). Next, we needed money - about 3,000 hryvnias, if I'm not mistaken.
This was the period of popularity of the Vkontakte social network. One day an unknown girl wrote to me. Like: "Hello, you are beautiful. Would you like to appear in a photo shoot? A cool photographer is coming." They paid 1,200 hryvnias. I thought this might help me solve the problem. There were no details in the first message. So I agreed without suspecting anything. I was sent the address.
On the spot, the girl said that we will sign a contract, everything will be official, and my photos will be used abroad in magazines. Not a word about the Internet was said to me. We signed the contract, it was in English, in one copy. I was even photographed with him. I did not take the events seriously, I did not suspect anything, for me it was just a fan. The girl said that I am perfect for them, she will call me when she needs to come.
About three days later, they called me again and gave me the address. They asked me to take my underwear with me, they said, let's take some photos, if I don't mind. I thought: well, okay, I'll have pictures in my underwear.
There was a photographer and this woman I already knew in the apartment. While I was changing, they made me tea. I don't know if this is my fiction or the truth, but after the tea I felt a slight euphoria, I became relaxed, confident. I was painted, everything was like a regular photo session. They asked me to change my pose, while complimenting my body and smiling. This is the "sick place" through which I could be pressed.
People seemed kind, open. This woman is generally an angel. Already now I understand how brilliant she is as a manipulator. You trust such people involuntarily. At first, she offered to take a picture in her underwear. Then she hung some jewelry on me. Then she asked me to take off my top. I agreed, but was reminded that we had signed a contract, so no one would ever find out. I succumbed. They took some photos. So again there was costume jewelry, a few more looks, but all this was done as a prelude to my undressing completely, which I did.
At the end, they thanked me, said that I did a very good job and paid me. And then they offered to come for another photo session, a little later. I agreed because I needed the money. There was no alarm. Of course, because we signed the contract, and these people were very nice to me. What to worry about? I starred in the second photo shoot, everything was according to a similar scenario. Received cash again. I solved my problem for this money. But in return I received a test that I am still going through.

I forgot about this story for several years. She just lived her life, worked. I remember I was sitting at home, a friend wrote to me: "Dude, what is this?". I followed the link and almost died at that moment. Shock. It was a post in the community "Chickens of Kiev", the text is approximate: "Fairy Yulia, fucks with everyone in a row." There was also some disgust about anal sex and my pictures from that photo shoot. In this community, people threw dirt at other girls. Misogyny, sexism, fat-shaming, in short – a full bouquet of emotional violence.
When I recovered from the shock, I wrote to the administrators. They demanded money for deleting the photo, gave me a Qiwi wallet number. I transferred 1,500 hryvnias, they deleted the publication. But she had already managed to hang for several hours and was seen and preserved by many people.
Everyone stopped talking to me. My friends called me a whore. There were stories behind her back: "How could she?". I stopped talking to my best friend. He said I have no morals. This was constantly reminded by everyone. I was riding the subway, and it seemed that everyone was looking at me. No one even tried to hear and understand me. At that moment, the situation completely broke my life.
A few weeks later, an acquaintance from the party offered to meet and talk. I agreed. During the conversation, she offered me to become an "elite prostitute" in Moscow. Like, what do you have to lose? I silently took my things and left.
Time passed, I started dating a guy from another party. We even lived together, I did not dare to tell him. But he found out about everything himself.
I went to my mother's, but with the firm intention of talking to the boy when I returned. The next day I received a message: "Why didn't you tell me?". A friend sent him my photos. We talked, he was understanding. It became a little easier. Before that, I told the story to my friend. But globally, she dared to talk about it only now.