To the guy that sexually assaulted me,
“When I lose the weight, then I’ll take a cute Instagram picture.” “When I lose the wait, I’ll get this dress.” “When I lose the weight, then I’ll make a blog page and take pictures to promote it.” “When I lose the weight, then I’ll go talk to that cute guy I see all the time” “When I lose the weight…”
I was born in January 1989. At birth, I had two older sisters, and over the next seven years, I would gain a brother and two younger sisters. During my first five years, I lived in the suburbs of a large city. My mom homeschooled my siblings and me, and my family was very conservative and identified as fundamentalist Christians. At age 5, we moved to my paternal Grandparents' farm, where my cousins lived as well.
No! Why does stripping always come to mind when pole dance is mentioned?
As carnival weekend is approaching very soon, I thought it would be appropriate for me to write some encouraging words to all my fellow big girls. We all know that during carnival season people are often wearing next to nothing as they enjoy the festivities in the warm weather. I know that this could be intimidating for some of us as we may have insecurities with our body. I’m here to tell you girls that it’s completely normal and you’re definitely not alone. I’m almost certain that even slim girls find themselves refraining from wearing certain items of clothing because they aren’t completely content with their body. Self-love and confidence isn’t something attained overnight, it’s a journey that is different for everyone.
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Some days are amazing, others I can't even get out of bed. I am Tyger Jackson. A survivor of a brutal attack by my ex. I will not say his actual name here because well, this story is about the survivor. Not the monster who tried to kill me.
Most people look back on their first love fondly. Some people even long for them, or at least wonder what they are up to. I don’t, in fact, I wish I had never met him. I hadn’t thought of him in a long time, but then I added a coworker to my Instagram and worried about what he would see. I didn’t have to scroll very far to see them. There were a lot of them, but I suppose that happens when you stay with someone for as long as I stayed with him. There were pictures of us smiling at the camera, pictures of us with the dogs, and a picture of him holding SpongeBob. I thought that I might feel something upon seeing his face again. Maybe it would make me sick, or perhaps I would long for the good times. Instead, something unexpected happened. I looked at my ex as if I was seeing him for the first time. When we broke up people told me that I could have done better, but I always thought they were saying it to be kind. This time I saw what my friends saw. I could do better, and it was because of the way he’d treated me.
As a little girl, I was never allowed to wear “booty shorts,” glittery tops, v-necks, spaghetti strap tanks, you get the image. All of these things were deemed “trashy” or “too mature” for me at such a young and ripe age. My entire life I had been taught to fear my body, and fear bringing attention toward it. I didn’t want any male to be attracted to me for anything other than my personality, any other attraction was written off as "negative attention." Being the youngest and the only girl child in my family, I naturally began to rebel against these core values I was raised with.
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Your first experience with anything dictates your feelings subconscious and otherwise. My first sexual experience was a rape. I didn’t want to be scathed in any way. So I decided I wouldn’t be. I was young, I still had time to have impactful experiences. I’d just make an effort to do a bunch of other stuff and effectively knock this one out of the ring. I was desperate to have a sexual experience that could replace the assault. I wanted a first time story I could tell in drinking games. It had to hold up while reminiscing with friends, laughing about how short it was, how uncomfortable, how I had grown frustrated with fumbled buttons and clasps and done the damn thing myself. Unfortunately life and I weren’t on exactly the same page on that front, so I would create one.