I was born and raised in the beautiful island of Haiti and I am the youngest of four children . Growing up, I've never really had a desire for materialistic things.
Ever since I could remember, my mother ran a very successful business in Haiti, and my father not so much. (God rest his soul) Working was not one of his greatest attribute. It was like the switched roles. My father was an alcoholic and
an abusive husband and father, and although I had everything growing up, I always wanted to hear him say "I love you". I wanted to feel loved, I wanted to feel safe and secure, but he could never deliver.
I was born 6 years apart from my siblings and I wasn't a planned baby. My mom had a business to manage and didn't want to take a break to raise me so she gave me to my aunt to raise at just 3 months old. At only three months old. Which was a blessing because my aunt had no kids and was having a hard time conceiving one. She took me in and cared for me while my mother went back to work, and my dad moved to the U.S. So I never really knew what he looked like in person. But I always heard stories from family members about how lazy and abusive he was. At the age of seven, I experienced my first abusive altercation from none other than my father.
One day after school, I was picked up by one of the house helpers and as we walked towards the car, I heard a man call my name. (It was my dad and without anyone knowing, he came back to the island). Because I didn't recognize the voice, I ignored him just like every normal child would do. He grabbed me by my neck and slapped me in the middle of the street. I was so embarrassed and I became terrified. The house helper ran to call for help and left me with him. Eventually, the police came and he was arrested. Shortly after, my mom filed for divorce, she had gotten tired of the abuse. My dad was furious!
On a Sunday morning, while my father was drinking and was clearly drunk, he tied my mother to a chair, poured gasoline all over her body and attempted to light her on fire. It was only by Gods grace that my mom got rescued! My siblings, my mother and I were afraid for our lives and we began to live in hiding. I returned to my aunt's house.
Even so, my fear of him one day kidnapping me became so overwhelming that they assigned different men in my family and in the neighborhood to stay in my room until I fell asleep. And thats when the molestation began. These men would touch me, rub and kiss me in inappropriate places. I never mentioned a word to anyone because I liked the pleasure and likes the way it made me feel. At the age of ten, I moved to Miami and it finally ended.
When I was sixteen, I got my first boyfriend. I jumped from a bad relationship to some destructive relationships/ "friendships" to get some form of validation from a man. Eventually, lost my virginity at the age of 21 to my second boyfriend who also cheated on me. Its crazy because, even though these men were cheating on me, and I knew the relationships/ "friendships" were wrong, I stayed because I was afraid of being alone. Until I had enough.
I wanted something more than sex, more than just a touch and a rub. I remember crying out to God, broken, feeling worthless asking him "Why me? Will anyone ever love me?" I decided to write a letter to God expressing all of my desires and He told me that I had to forgive my dad, and all the other men from my past that molested me. And so I did. I got connected to a mentor and she advised me to take some time apart to date myself. It felt so weird to me and was a really hard thing to do because my desire for sex was always fulfilled. And to be honest, I loved sex so much!
But to be completely honest, I'm so glad I took some time off to myself because I learned so much about who Yveta is, my worth and how much value I have. And not to sound conceited, but theres no amount of money that can buy what I'm worth. I've realized How much I had to offer to the man lucky enough to capture my heart. Now, I am happy, whole, complete. A year and a half later, I find myself in love with a man who is God fearing and loves me for who I am, not for what I give him and also encourages me to walk in purity. I run a successful modeling company (Rue25Modeling) to empower young girls. I serve as a role model to my girls teaching them that they are beautiful, they are fierce, they are God's best creation and that they are flawless just the way they are. Who would have ever known that my past hurt would to lead me to my calling? All along, my trials were meant to give God maximum glory!