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Feminism demands a future free of fat shaming, body obsession and the male gaze.
When I Was 18
When I was 18 I was raped at a party. I am always hesitant to talk about this in a public way for a few reasons. First, I know it is hard for the people who love me to read about. Most of them had no idea this happened to me and I can appreciate how brutal it must be to find out. Second, nobody wants to talk about it. It's scary to put out there something that is rarely talked about. The fear of judgement is real and the stigma attached to sexual assault is too. Victim blaming is real y'all. When I went through this almost all of my friends turned on me. In fact sometimes I feel that was the most traumatic part.
By Molly Elizabeth5 years ago in Viva
Failure to Refuse
I want to share a story of my first sexual experience. It serves for me as catharsis. I also hope to give gentle cautionary advice. My goal is for people to find courage when they're afraid to speak. This tale begins long ago in my life and comes full circle in the current era.
By Texas Christie5 years ago in Viva
I'm A Survivor Of Unresolved Trauma And I'm Here To Share My Story With You
When I was a freshman in high school, all the girls in their ninth-grade gym classes were taught self-defense should they ever come in contact with a predator one day. I was informed that one in four girls are sexually abused or raped by the age of eighteen. Back then I knew deep down in my heart that one day I'd be that one put of four girls. I was right. I hate being right.
By Dez's Public Journal 5 years ago in Viva
Melbourne's jewels to demystify the female body
Her long hair just about reaches her thighs. Blonde all over except the roots, where her natural brown-black hair peeks through – in a way, mimicking the mixed blood that flows through her veins. After all, Mino was born to a German-Japanese mother and a Taiwanese-Indonesian father, a love story that started in Asia.
By Shareena Aziz5 years ago in Viva
What it was like back then:
For me, #me too began in a flower shop in about 1974. We didn't call it that back then, of course. In fact, we didn't talk about such things much at all. I started looking for work as a very shapely, older-looking 14 year old in a large urban area. I did so not because we were living in poverty. Quite the opposite: my dad owned a very successful business. But I was bright and independent. Perhaps too much so for my own good. School bored me to tears - I could maintain straight A's while going to every class high. And dad and I could not get along - at all. We would fight for hours - literally and very loudly - most days when he came home, and especially if he had been drinking, which was at least once a week. It brought my dear mother to tears and entertained my brothers and friends and neighbors as they sat outside under the windows. It wasn't that we didn't love each other. I was the eldest child and only daughter and the apple of dad's eye. I was just growing up too fast and he was trying to put the brakes on a runaway train. I needed to escape and there was only one honorable and allowable way to do so - get a job.
By Terry Lerma5 years ago in Viva
It takes time to heal
I remember my mom introducing him as her new boyfriend. He had just got out of prison living in a halfway house. He seemed different but I was only 6 what would I know. I just knew my mom was happy with him and being young and seeing her get beaten in the face with the end of a gun until her face was bloody by her ex, i just cared about her being happy.
By Michelle Bee5 years ago in Viva
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When I was 16, I begged my mother to take me to the GYN because I was having painful menstrual cycles; after a few attempts to take care of them at home she made an appointment for me, she asked me "are you having sex?" flat out while we waited in the waiting area "No" and that was the truth; was someone raping me? yes.
By Lucinet Luna - The Author 6 years ago in Viva
