My ex tried to ruin my life. Instead he made me rich.

When I was 19 I was the artistic type. The type to find poetic beauty in everything. So when I had the worst boyfriend in the world, I still thought what we had was amazing. Even when he texted all 15 girls that he had previously slept with asking to take “product pictures” for his “online business” in their bedrooms, I stuck by him. And then when he screamed at me for suggesting that he stopped smoking “skunk leaves” all day everyday, I thought suffering made the heart grow fonder. And we only broke up because, 5 months into dating, he told me if I didn’t start going to the gym he would break up with me. Because he preferred the way his ex was built. Well, the very next day he was already asking to get back together. I refused. And he got mad. Like, REALLY mad. He told me he was going to leak his camera roll, which had over 100 intimate photos of me. All my friends thought he was bluffing, so I told him to do it and blocked him. But that night, my phone was BLOWING UP with texts. Because my ex had posted all the photos on his socials, and even tagged me in them. Tears were streaming down my face as I read all the DM’s. There was everything you could imagine. Sl*t shaming. Guys asking to hit. Friends asking if I was okay. And amongst it all was a message that made my heart skip a beat in the best way possible. My ex’s posts had gained so much traction that an owner of an art exhibition found his page. And because all the photos were just me in lingerie, he said I had “the perfect feminine form”, and wanted to feature my photos in exchange for $8k. I agreed, and since the images were now patented, his legal team forced my ex to take all the photos down. He turned my body into a weapon. I turned it into art.