Posts tagged bullying
Posts tagged bullying
[TW- mental illness, self harm, bullying, fat shaming]
It took a lot for me to get to this point. It took a look of name calling. It took a lot of mental abuse. It took almost all my hope. I’ve cried. I’ve been depressed. I’ve self harmed. I’ve given up so many times on myself but I’m pretty sure I’VE HAD FUCKING ENOUGH.
THIS ONE IS FOR ALL THE DIRTY LOOKS
This one is for every time I’ve felt ashamed of my body BECAUSE OF A COMPLETE STRANGER.
This one is for the emotional problems I deal with every day, especially in intimate relationships, because of years of bullying.
This one is for every time I’ve thought “I don’t deserve to eat”
This one is for every fucking asshole that has discriminated against me because of my weight.
This one is for every time I’ve heard “you’d be so pretty if…”
THIS ONE IS FOR MY FELLOW FATTIES.
This one is for Brandon, the bastard from high school, that made me cry every day on my walk home.
This is for every time I wished I was someone else.
This is for every girl who is ashamed of her body
Every girl that is emotionally tortured and badgered by society, teachers, co-workers, random strangers, and most of the time family and friends for her weight.
F U C K Y O U.
YOU DO NOT FUCKING DEFINE ME. I AM NOT SOMETHING AT YOUR DISPENSE. I AM NOT A FUCKING FETISH. MY BODY IS NONE OF YOUR F U C K I N G BUSINESS AND YOU BEST FUCKING BELIEVE I WILL EAT YOU FOR A FUCKING SNACK BEFORE YOU EVER MAKE ME FEEL WORTHLESS AGAIN.
Trigger warning: eating disorder, bullying, low self-esteem
I’m including my url this time because I want to own this post. I haven’t really changed in terms of build since I last submitted, just lost about 15 lbs. I think that means that the toxins from eating non-food items and junk food were leaving my body, but I can’t be sure.
I have, however, completely stopped eating plastic and paper. I don’t even miss it all that much, the habit wasn’t a part of me, it was just born of anxiety. I’ve slowed the sugar-binge/caffeine purge cycle to a more even keel now, and I’m holding out a lot of hope that I can break that habit soon, too.
I’ve been trying to build healthier habits, like drinking enough water every day and working out a few times a week. I never would have thought I could walk four miles without difficulty, but along with gaining fat, I’ve gained muscle. I feel much more vital since taking responsibility for my eating habits.
Thanks to the SHYB campaign, I not only feel like I’m capable of escaping the bad feelings that led to my eating disorder; I feel like I’m joined by a lot of really positive, beautiful people.
This is me, Savannah. I’ve always been bullied about my weight. I do have a problem with self harm. I’ve been in a mental institution twice for trying to kill myself… My senior year, I had to home school at the end because I felt so bad about myself. Luckily, with the school administrations help, I graduated. I’ve hated myself for a LONG time. But seeing all these bigger girls on Tumblr being happy with their body and what they look like… They inspired me to stop caring about what everyone thought. Now, I don’t care. I’m happy with me for the first time. I found someone who thinks I’m lovely even though I’m big. I was talking to him about all my flaws and his reply… “More to love baby”. I cried. If my being fat bothers anyone, they can shove it. Thank you SO much for helping me through tough times. I owe you guys.
Trigger warning: Self-injury/self-hate/depression/eating disorder
Hey, I’m Megan. I’m not going to write my entire story because it’s a really long one. But I’ve struggled with my weight ever since I was a little girl. I’ve been teased for my weight by classmates, the first boy I had a crush on, and even one of my boyfriends who encouraged my anorexia so that I was thin for him.
It took a really long and difficult journey for me to realize that I’m worth so much more than being judged for what I weigh. I may not be 100 pounds but I am freaking beautiful, like any woman deserves to be. I’m slowly learning to love myself, even the “chub” I’ve spent my whole life hating.
You’re beautiful, ladies.
I’m not perfect. It’s hard to love my body. But you know what? I do. I chose this picture because it’s me dressed as Catwoman for halloween- you know, that character that’s supposed to be stick thin, apparently. I felt sexy that night and every time I look at this picture. Guess what? I would’ve worn a catsuit- but they are expensive as hell in my size. I love my breasts, I love my thick thighs, I’m even learning to love my belly rolls.
I’ve been bullied. For being poor, fat, wearing glasses, liking girls…and I’m through with letting the idea that self worth is based on how close you are to a playboy bunny and just descends from there. I’ve struggled with depression, self harm, eating disorders and suicide attempts. I am a survivor, and I know it’s rough- it still is for me- but you CAN get through it.
My message- thin, chubby, fat- whatever, bodies are beautiful! Personally, I think chubby women are sexy! I’m bisexual but now engaged to a wonderful scrawny guy- who is starting to get the tiniest bit of pudge on his middle. He frets over it- but I kiss it and say it’s adorable.
Be healthy, and be HAPPY being the wonderful creature you are! Male, Female, Black, White, Latino, Chinese, gay, straight, bi, trans..whatever YOU ARE, you’re a worthwhile wonderful person who DESERVES respect. Also- if you want someone to talk to who won’t judge you, feel free to message me on my blog. I’m here.
Trigger Warning: Negative body image, bullying, depression and anxiety.
Hello, I’m Rosemary and I’m twenty years old. And these are my teeth. For years I’ve been ridiculed about my teeth. They’ve never been straight, and they probably won’t be for a long time. My father, unfortunately, doesn’t think that braces are a necessity, so he refuses to pay half of the bill with my mother, therefore, I do not get braces. Ever since I lost my baby teeth as a child, and these came in, I’ve hated myself. I’ve felt extremely ugly, and just down right awful about myself. For years I was teased mercilessly. But recently, I’ve decided, I need to stop letting others dictate what is and isn’t normal, and what is and isn’t beautiful. These are my teeth- why do YOU care what they look like? They’re not in your mouth, they’re in mine. I’m almost twenty-one years old, I can’t be held down by society’s constraints any longer!
If anyone needs someone to talk to, about anything, I’m always here to help. And some encouraging words to me might help! You’re all beautiful, don’t forget that! <3
My name is Lauren, and I currently struggle with insecurities regarding my body, but I am slowly becoming comfortable in my own skin and accepting myself as I am naturally. I feel self-conscious of my thinness, particularly my slim hips and legs. I am also self-conscious of the size of my breasts because I believe they are too large for my small frame. I have often been accused of having anorexia, and been told to “gain weight” or “eat a cheeseburger”. Comments such as these have a profound effect; they make me feel objectified and judged, as if the shape of my body matters more than my personality or my hobbies. This is not true! No matter what your body looks like, your personality is what defines you.
So what if I am not curvy? So what is my breasts are not “in proportion” with the rest of my body? I am a happy, healthy young woman. I don’t deserve snarky comments regarding my size and shape. I deserve respect and to be judged by my mind, not my body.
Modern culture constantly crams us into categories, tells us we do not look good enough, and encourages us to attempt to change our inherent biology. Instead of striving for perfection and putting ourselves and others down when we don’t measure up, we should aspire to accept one another and put an end to body-hate.
TW: mentions of eating disorder, cutting
This is me, with my mother. I have struggled with an eating disorder (not diagnosed) since November 2011, cutting since April 2009- you can see one of my scars just under my bikini. It has taken me a long time to realise this, but I have slowly come to love my body. It was damn hard, and it took time. It wasn’t my doctors or my parents, it was all me, and i’m proud of that. My body is mine, I’m stuck with it for the rest of my life, so i’m gonna love it.
My mother is a size 12-14 (Aussie sizes) but she is honestly one of the most beautiful women I have seen. Wherever I go with her she gets stares from men and women alike. I know she doesn’t see herself as that beautiful, but she loves her body and has never tried to be super skinny. She is a huge role model to me, and I love her very much.
My regular blog: http://d-e-e-p-t-h-r-0-a-t.tumblr.com
My feminist blog: http://pro-choice-always.tumblr.com
If you call yourself “body positive”, it is imperative that you do NOT:
- make fun of fat bodies
- make fun of thin bodies
- make fun of muscular bodies
- make fun of bodies without a lot of muscle
- make fun of breasts or nipples
- make fun of penis length or girth or shape or color
- make fun of labia length or color or shape
- make fun of genitals that weren’t assigned at birth
- make fun of freckles or moles or acne
- make fun of rashes or redness
- make fun of clothing choices
- make fun of haircut or style or color or texture
- make fun of piercings or gauges
- make fun of tattoos or scarification
- make fun of stretchmarks or cellulite
- make fun of “bad” teeth
- make fun of birth defects
- make fun of food choices
- make fun of makeup applications
- make fun of the lightness of skin
- make fun of the darkness of skin
- make fun of physical disabilities
- make fun of mental illnesses
- make fun of fat rolls
- make fun of visible ribs
- make fun of self harm injuries or scars
- make fun of lots of body hair
- make fun of the lack of body hairBasically, just don’t shame anyone else’s appearance. Ever.It’s okay to have a preference (or 2 or 3 or 50.) It’s not okay to insult people who don’t match your preferences. Especially if you plaster “BODY POSITIVE” and “SELF LOVE” Blingee’s all over your page.
My name’s Hannah. All throughout middle school, I was bullied for my appearance, my chest especially. I’ve always been flat chested, and when the girls at school would make fun of me for not being as busty as them, I would feel terrible about my chest. In fact, up until this year, I wanted breast implants more than anything.
This year, my high school choir performed Thoroughly Modern Millie as our musical, and I had a lead. I did some research on the 1920’s, seeing as the musical is set in that era, and read that back then having a small chest was what their idea of beautiful, and that made me realize that people had thought small chests were great. Knowing this one fact made me love my chest and made me realize that it really shouldn’t matter what those girls had said, or what anyone says, that this was my body and I should love it.
So no matter if you’re in an A cup or a D, love your “girls” because you’re beautiful no matter what.
Hi, I’m Heather!
This is a photo of my best friend and I (I have the fringe, she’s the one with the glasses). This was also the first time we’d ever met, despite knowing each other for two years, because I live in England and she lives 4000 miles away in America.
She is my best friend in the world and I love her loads, but because of the distance I’ve had to find other friends that live in my town. I hung out with a group of girls for around four years, and I thought they were really great people. It’s only recently that I realised how very wrong I was.
See, these girls are the sorts of people that like to put others down, but not in an obvious way. They used to make little comments about everything, from my weight, to my appearance, to my personality – not enough to downright insult me, but enough for me to wonder if what they were saying was true. They would turn it into jokes to get them all laughing at me, and although most of the time I was able to brush it off, it still upset me, to the point which eventually all that chipping away at my self-esteem resulted in me having a nervous breakdown at the beginning of this year. They drove me to believe that I was worthless and strange and disgusting, so much so that I stopped leaving the house and spent days in my room battling with self-hatred.
If it wasn’t for my best friend, I might still be in that mind-set now. But she has been so amazing and she’s done absolute wonders for my self-esteem. She compliments me and makes me laugh and I know she’s always there for me, and she’s helped me to realise that maybe there’s nothing wrong with me after all. I still have bad days, but over all I’m finally starting to believe I’m beautiful. I owe her so much, and she is the kindest, most beautiful person I know.
The moral of this is, don’t let ANYONE tell you that there’s something wrong with you. I’ve now left these girls and I feel so much better. If you can, get away from negative people, whether literally or mentally, because they are poisonous and wrong. Try to find people that will make you feel good about yourself because you deserve it – remember that internet friends count, I met my best friend online! Please never forget that you are BEAUTIFUL, and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise <3
(Feel free to message me :) - badwolfofbaskerville.tumblr.com)
Hello, beautiful people! My name is Ariel, and this is my third submission for SHYB. I want to share a little something with you. I wrote this poem during a time when I was unsure of myself, insecure about how I looked and how other people percieved me. In the end, those beliefs were nothing but fallacies. In the end, you are ultimately your own worst enemy. But when you finally conquer the demons of self-hate and doubt, a whole new world of possibilities will open for you. You can do it, and I believe in you. ♥
Look inside yourself.
What do you see?
Do you see the tendrils of flesh
Encasing the living body?
Do you see the stars
As they flow through Aeorta’s rivers?
Life radiates from every pore,
Like the chills of a beautiful melody,
Doesn’t it feel great to be alive?
The joys of living have always been locked inside you,
But the jeers of others stifle you.
Why do you let them take away who you are?
They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
What truer words can be said?
That beholder is you.
You all are beautiful, amazing people. You inspire me in so many ways. I love you all. ♥
Trigger warning: self harm, body hatred
I’m Haley. I’m 15, and this is my torso and my face. For the longest time, since middle school if I can recall, I’ve been underweight. I weighed seventy pounds all through my adolescent years- and just recently I hit 100. I disliked my breasts, my face, my freckles and how skinny I was because I didn’t have curves and I didn’t have the perfect complexion. I thought from a young age I was too short and too skinny and too weird looking. I was called flat chested, ugly, anorexic, bulimic- you name it and I was called it. And the fact that I’d had social anxiety issues and depression didn’t help either.
About two and a half years ago I started self harming- mostly scratching myself, because of my anxiety and depression. It was difficult because of the people in my school making fun of me all the time. It’s not just heavier people who have those sorts of problems- and everyone always told me I shouldn’t be upset about it because I wasn’t overweight and I was skinny. But it didn’t matter to me because I was made fun of just as much because of my weight. (or lack there of it) I was labeled “emo” and “fake” and constantly called ugly.
It’s been five and a half months since I self harmed, and a whole entire week since I’ve had a single anxiety attack. Though I struggled with all of the crap that people told me regarding my appearance my whole life, I’m now proud to say that I love my freckles so much that I don’t wear makeup, my short eyelashes are cute and don’t need plumping, my breasts are proportionate to my body, and I’m lucky to have the body that God put me in. It’s been so difficult learning to love my body and trying to gain weight, but even the scars on my body are a sign that I’ve come so far.
I love my body, and I’ve learned through all of this that nothing worth having comes easily, and if someone doesn’t like me for the way I look, they aren’t worth my time anymore.
During my teen years I had body image issues. I felt like I was “too” skinny. I thought my nose took over my face. I had really bad teeth prior to getting braces which made me feel uncomfortable to smile or even make eye contact with people. I had uncontrollable frizzy, curly hair (OK, I still do…sometimes!). And my list could go on and on. But one day, I realized: it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks about you; only your opinion matters. I didn’t have body image issues because people attacked me, I had them because I attacked myself. I was my own bully. Don’t ever be your own bully. Recognize that all those so-called flaws are your unique traits that make you beautiful to the world. There is no template as to what the average human being should look like and there shouldn’t be. Your body and your entire person is one of a kind and extremely special, never make yourself believe otherwise.
AM I SUPPOSED TO HATE MY BODY?