#MeAt14 will break your heart.

You can find them on Twitter, FB or any social media platform that takes photos (Oh DU, WHY can't I share photos as easily on you as I can elsewhere? Photo bucket just don't work any more).

You can find endless photos of sweet, awkward girls in braces, in soccer uniforms, with their favorite stuffed animals, with broke-out faces and thick glasses and silly clothes you know they're wearing because they aren't through being children yet.

You can see the giggles and the sleepovers and the worries about what life's going to be like someday. But you don't see what you don't want to see. A whole lot of them have already seen things they weren't ready for, didn't understand, that took away innocence too soon. They're shy and embarrassed and don't want to talk about it because they don't know what people will think about them.

They're us. They're our children and grandchildren, our future. And they are treated by too many men like they don't matter at all.