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Feminism demands a future free of fat shaming, body obsession and the male gaze.
Why I didn't speak out
February 2018, I was in the midst of a crisis. I was in an abusive relationship at the tender age of 17. Now a question you might ask is, why did you stay with him? Well, any woman that has been abused by a spouse, will say this. "I loved him".
By Cheyenne Harrison6 years ago in Viva
Seven to Twenty-Five
The sexualization of my body began when I was seven years old. During second grade recess, three boys used to chase me around the playground until they were able to hold me down under the slide and kiss me as I struggled. I’m sure to 5 adults, it seemed like harmless fun, boys being boys. To me, it was unfair that not only was I overpowered by three dipshits, but no one else saw this behavior as an issue. Finally, I told my brother (who was nine by the way), and one day at recess, it just stopped. They were afraid of me. They began to run from me. A nine-year-old had done more for me in one day than five adults had done for the entirety of the wrestling and unwanted kissing. I was seven.
By Jasmine Turner6 years ago in Viva
The Stereotypes that Comes with Birth Control
I was laying in bed watching Youtube videos on my phone and a video entitled, "Straight TikTok" captured my attention. TikTok is a popular short video sharing app that has an algorithm that recommends videos for its users and jokingly many people say there is a gay side of TikTok where there are members of the LGBTQIA+ community and Straight TikTok which consists of Trump lovers. Anyhow, one of the videos that the Youtuber showed was one where a user says that when a girl says she is using birth control for cramps he knows the real reason is for sex.
By Tiffany Wells6 years ago in Viva
Denial is the Root of Suffering
It’s surprising what can affect your memory. It’s even more surprising what can trigger a memory coming back to light. My mental health has always been the cause for, what I assumed was, memory loss. I’m sure at least in part it is memory loss, however I have also had memories come back. I’ve created memories to be what I wanted them to be and have had the real deal slap me in the face out of nowhere. Filing through what is real and what I’ve stowed away so deep that I thought light would never touch it is an extremely difficult process. Reconciling that my past is far more haunting than I realized has been extremely difficult. The line between protecting yourself and healing is far thinner than I anticipated. Perhaps the line is imaginary because within healing is growth, within healing is protection.
By Shae Moreno6 years ago in Viva
Perfect
I’m kaylee every since I was little I always felt the need to fit in and be perfect. I would sit in the bathroom for hours piling my face with makeup, picking the right outfit to wear, so I can get into whatever my friends are into. ‘ ‘ ‘Ring ring’ “Girl is you ready” ? “Yeah I’m getting ready now”, “I’m ready to leave out and stuff”,”so what all we about to do girl”?, “okay,we can do that girl just let me know”. When my dad found out I was sleeping around, with a boy. He was so upset because he wanted his daughter to be perfect,Well at least in his eyes. I was grounded and couldn’t come out, until I went off to college. My mom always told me, in order for me to have, a good husband, I had to be smart. So all my acting wild in high school days, trying to fit in been over. I would sit outside, enjoy nature, read my books day after day, that’s where I met this guy name Anthony. My mom would put us on a million dates and give me lesson after lesson, so I wouldn’t mess up a good thing, with my soon to be husband. Sitting outside reading my books, was actually pretty relaxing, but was it perfect enough. I was so competitive and always wanted to stay fit. I would even go out for runs, so I can have that perfect size six body. Something in my heart, made me hate being short. If Only I could be at least 5’9, that would be perfect. So I put on High heels, so it could give me that sense of security. All of my friends are slim, so everything I eat matters to me, So I eat small healthy meals, like cheese sticks, raisins, a orange and water. That would last me for the whole day. If I catch myself eating big meals, I would make myself throw up, in the bathroom and I set a alarm on my phone, to remind me to eat healthy. So what I eat matters to me, because I have to be perfect enough, to fit in with my model type friends. My life completely turned upside down, when I recieved news my father passed away, I didn’t want to leave the house, I lost touch on how to carry myself, I didn’t see my friends in months. All because I was too embarrassed, for them to see me looking bad like this. I lost everything the house, my job because he owned it. My life was a mess. I accidentally ran into my friend, Trisha On a Monday.
By Newbii Meshay Tv6 years ago in Viva
Just A Woman
THE CASTOR OIL MIRACLE At certain times in my life during elementary school, I didn’t want to go to school, especially from fourth through sixth grades. I was talked about and picked on constantly and didn’t want to go, so I tried a few times to fake sick. I got away with staying home a couple of times, but Mamma later caught on. She devised a plan that would get me to do just about anything I didn’t want to do….by giving me castor oil.
By Deanna Lang6 years ago in Viva
Sexual Assault Allegations against the Biebs?
Well, we knew it was coming. More men in Hollywood are cancelled. But why? Multiple women have dropped twitter threads outlining, in specific detail, with verifiable facts, personal accounts of sexual assault, rape, and cover ups, not only against Justin Bieber, but Ansel Elgort and Chris D'Elia - ALL IN ONE WEEK.
By Ally Mclean6 years ago in Viva
From invisible fat girl to only fans model.
It’s hard going from undesirable to undeniably beautiful. Aside from men changing women do too. Every single girl I meet wants to be my friend. Girls who shut me down before. The new friendships I make aren't real. I know they only want to be my friend because I am pretty.
By Tracy Rose 6 years ago in Viva
I’m A Survivor Not A Vitim
I was 5 years old when my grandmother’s oldest brother first sexually assaulted me. I was just a baby. I was about to be in the 1st grade. So it’s summer time. I’m running around having fun with my toys just bein a kid , my uncle is home watching me - as usual. I go to use the bathroom and handle my business , as I come out the bathroom my uncle comes into my room and try’s to touch me. Now, I’m a little girl but I’m very smart. Mommy always told me if someone touches your Special temple down there you fight them and get away. I always remembered that , my uncle puts his hands in my pants and say come here. I jumped up scared and said NO don’t touch me , I ran back into the bathroom and locked the door. After he left me alone and went to take a nap I leave the bathroom to go into the living room and try to stay calm and watch tv. He came into the living room and grabs me , puts me on the floor and tries to pry my legs open. I try so hard to push him away but it doesn’t work, Something deep inside tells me - USE YOUR LEGS USE YOUR LEGS - so I kick him. I get up and run into my mommy’s room and lock the door. My mom gets home, and I stay with her, the next day comes and I’m at the park with my friends playing around my other uncle comes and picks me up to drop me home. I go upstairs on the second floor into the kitchen to eat my food , after I’m done I go downstairs to the first floor where me , my mommy , my grandpa and grandma lives. I go inside I change and go to watch tv. My uncle who tried to touch me the other day comes in to the house and calls me into the kitchen. He’s sitting in a chair near the kitchen table with his private out he says come here. I say NO- he comes and grabs me pushes me to my knees and shoves his private part into my mouth and forces me to suck it , he keeps his big hands on my head to keep me from removing my head. I don’t know what to do other then to bite him. So I bite him and run away , I hid in my mommy’s room and lock the door and wait until she gets home. When she gets home I finally decide to tell her what’s been happening when everybody leaves me with this so called uncle of mine. Meanwhile he is in the kitchen and me and my mommy are prepping my shower. As the showers running I spill the beans and she looks shocked, she says are you sure baby? I said yes mommy he did it many times. So I stay in the bathroom and take my shower while she goes into the kitchen and talks to him, all I hear is low yelling , when I get out the shower and get dressed I come out of the bathroom and see him quit red eyes. I went into my mommy’s room and went to sleep. The next day...... he was gone, all of his belongings he came with were gone. I never seen him ever again. Today is June 17,2020 and it’s been 12 years since this all happened. 2 years ago I found out that he got cancer and died. I am 18 going on 19 in 1 month and a half , and I am not a victim............ But A Surviver.
By Bryanna Fleuristal 6 years ago in Viva
