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Hello, I’m Anna and I am 16 years of age.This is my story. I remember it so clearly. I was only 10 but I remember it like it were yesterday. I had a best friend, Emma. I was with her all the time. My best friend and neighbor. So it was almost an understood that her older brother, 15, would babysit me and my siblings. Shortly I realized that he felt something differently with me. He liked me most it seemed. Always wanted to be on my team for hide-n-seek, always wanted to make sure I got to sleep okay. I remember one time specifically that didn’t feel right. He crawled in bed with me, like he had a few other times, but this time was different. He touched me. All over. I didn’t think it seemed right. Actually, I knew it wasn’t right. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I got out of my bed and said I had to go to the bathroom. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror. That was the first time I hated what I saw looking back at me. That was the first time I ever hated myself. I stood there and cried. After composing myself I went back into my bed and endured it again. The touching. Lying there wanting to cry. What was I supposed to do? I was so little and he was so big. I told myself he could hurt me. So I endured it. I knew it was wrong, but I LET it happen. After that I dreaded him babysitting every time. I hated it. I would beg my parents to stay home and not go out. The touching started happening more frequently. When we would play hide-n-seek he would feel my behind. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I didn’t know how. I didn’t know how to end all of this. He was at least 2 feet taller than me, and 100 pounds heavier. I was a little ant compared to him. After a year or so my parents realized that we were old enough to stay home by ourselves when they would go out, thankfully. I didn’t have to endure that pain anymore, but it still haunted me. I built up a guard where I would forget what he did. I was amazed at myself how much I had forgotten from my past. Sadly this guard was broken at the age of 14. I remembered. Suddenly. I remembered, everything. I still struggle with all those feelings I felt in that bathroom that awful night, today. At age 16, my parents know and I go to therapy. But that pain, that hurt, that feeling of worthlessness, that never goes away. After all of this I have never ever felt good about myself. This made me feel all around horrible about myself. When I look in the mirror I fight back tears. All I see is an ugly worthless little girl starring back at me. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about dying. I started cutting at the age of 14, I’m trying to recover but I slip up at times. I’m trying to stay positive and love my body but it’s very hard at times. I am trying though, and that has to come to something, right? Want to talk to me? http://itssannna.tumblr.com/BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

Hello, I’m Anna and I am 16 years of age.This is my story.

I remember it so clearly. I was only 10 but I remember it like it were yesterday. I had a best friend, Emma. I was with her all the time. My best friend and neighbor. So it was almost an understood that her older brother, 15, would babysit me and my siblings. Shortly I realized that he felt something differently with me. He liked me most it seemed. Always wanted to be on my team for hide-n-seek, always wanted to make sure I got to sleep okay. I remember one time specifically that didn’t feel right. He crawled in bed with me, like he had a few other times, but this time was different. He touched me. All over. I didn’t think it seemed right. Actually, I knew it wasn’t right. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I got out of my bed and said I had to go to the bathroom. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror. That was the first time I hated what I saw looking back at me. That was the first time I ever hated myself. I stood there and cried. After composing myself I went back into my bed and endured it again. The touching. Lying there wanting to cry. What was I supposed to do? I was so little and he was so big. I told myself he could hurt me. So I endured it. I knew it was wrong, but I LET it happen. After that I dreaded him babysitting every time. I hated it. I would beg my parents to stay home and not go out. The touching started happening more frequently. When we would play hide-n-seek he would feel my behind. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I didn’t know how. I didn’t know how to end all of this. He was at least 2 feet taller than me, and 100 pounds heavier. I was a little ant compared to him. After a year or so my parents realized that we were old enough to stay home by ourselves when they would go out, thankfully. I didn’t have to endure that pain anymore, but it still haunted me. I built up a guard where I would forget what he did. I was amazed at myself how much I had forgotten from my past. Sadly this guard was broken at the age of 14. I remembered. Suddenly. I remembered, everything. I still struggle with all those feelings I felt in that bathroom that awful night, today. At age 16, my parents know and I go to therapy. But that pain, that hurt, that feeling of worthlessness, that never goes away.

After all of this I have never ever felt good about myself. This made me feel all around horrible about myself. When I look in the mirror I fight back tears. All I see is an ugly worthless little girl starring back at me. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about dying. I started cutting at the age of 14, I’m trying to recover but I slip up at times. I’m trying to stay positive and love my body but it’s very hard at times. I am trying though, and that has to come to something, right?

Want to talk to me? http://itssannna.tumblr.com/
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!



  1. amaliadahlia said: That was not your fault and you didn’t deserve that. You are incredibly strong and brave and you deserve to be treated with respect.I know it seems like it won’t, but it will get better and you will heal. Hang in there!
  2. thesaintofthesinners reblogged this from stophatingyourbody
  3. maxsueno said: stay strong girl :) you got this
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  5. amillionreveries said: Anna, you’re one of the strongest persons I know now. You’re so brave, and thank you for sharing this with us. It must be so hard for you, and I am sorry that had to happen to you. Please stay strong.
  6. colormenayely reblogged this from stophatingyourbody
  7. allisonbamcat said: I can’t imagine the pain of feeling like a prisoner in your own home. You’re brave for speaking up, and you’re a champion for helping yourself and putting yourself first. Stay strong.
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  11. turnyourangerintolust said: the strength you have is inspiring. we can’t forget about the past..we can only survive it. never give up the fight :)