summer-veaughn:

To tell all. I’m sorry

I was in sixth grade my mom had just had surgery i was staying over at my friends house. At that time my best friend was a boy the same age as me. My mom never batted an eye. I was one of the guys and Proud of it. That day we had no school so a bunch of boys and i were playing until it became a truth or dare. And suddenly he was on top of me. It was the first time i truly understood The difference between boys and girls. I had pants on but it didn’t make it anymore devastating. Two days later he tried to kiss me at the movies. I declined. We were never friends again.

Two years later my mom remarried and we moved adding along with it more family members. I was ecstatic brothers. I had four sisters i was excited for the change. It was freshman year. The parents lived down stairs and everyone else upstairs. I was thirteen. He was twelve. But already a foot taller than me. Already stronger. Already proving he could do what he wanted. i didn’t know what to do. So Saying nothing i assumed it would stop. Shortly later i learned to not say anything. Even though no never worked I still said it. I hated make up but by junior year i learned how to cover bruises by myself and I still scowl at foundation and that’s something my mom doesn’t know. I had changed so much since my freshman year I didn’t even recognize myself most days. I still wonder where that girl went. I had new habits like locking every door behind me but with no avail there he was. I yelled in the shower but the parents thought we were rough housing and here i was truly realizing that Only i could help myself. I started weightlifting I threw myself into work and still no one noticed the change the monster i felt I had become. Here i was a senior. Stripped of any dignity I had every morning. I decided to join the navy to run away from it all. By graduation day I couldn’t even look at my neighborhood pool anymore. Because there he was knowing where I’d be at night. To this day i am still petrified of showers, of unlocked doors, sleeping at night, and red cars.

The last time was before i decided to go to college. I tried to shove him off. I thought about how much i had changed in the last two years not being home for any holidays anymore staying at friends houses. I slapped him so hard my hand vibrated he shoved me off the couch punching me harder than he had ever had before. And as i was gasping for air I didn’t turn back to see if he was following I left. Two nights later I came out and said everything that happened. But what I wasn’t ready for was my sister begging me to take her to get a pregnancy test. I’ve never been so sick knowing that my silence caused her pain. My silence caused her to endure the same change that i wouldn’t wish anyone ever.

Twenty years old now. And I’ve learned silence can’t save anyone. I don’t think Ill ever be that girl again. I have lost so much but. Today I have a purpose to write. A message for all those who can’t speak up. Were speaking up for you as well. Men don’t have the run anymore. And we shouldn’t ever let them have it again.

Sharing this for a friend, This story is important and unfortunately too common. I hope this gives some followers strength to speak out or know they are not alone.

Hi lovelies! Please block @/doctor-william. He is creepy and quite demanding under the guise of friend-making. He asks for your age and location, and started to randomly compare me to his daughter (shivers).

It’s always better safe than sorry with these sorts of things, so please reblog if you want to let others know so they can stay safe too!

Isn’t it so odd:

On online platforms people harass you because you wanna lose weight, saying you should accept your body and feel comfortable… so you often feel like you should not complain about your body.

VS

In really life people harass you because you are overweighted, saying you should lose weight in order to be accepted by the society… so you are often forced to hate the way you look.

What I mean is, it’s already hard enough. So please shut the fuck up.

‘dress slutty, i can fight’

notes:thank u for the idea anon! i love this cliche hehe

content warnings: insecurities,mentions of previous harassment/catcalling, pet names (baby, my sweet, etc), protective boyfriends, suggestive in ushijima’s, kinda angsty

featuring:iwaizumi, atsumu, bokuto, and ushijima

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