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Feminism demands a future free of fat shaming, body obsession and the male gaze.
Military Reckoning
Right now, all over the news and social media is the horrific story of Vanessa Guillen and her tragic murder. The Army investigators say they have found no evidence of her being sexually harassed but her family thinks otherwise and I'm inclined to agree with them.Her death is one of many casualties of the United States military and its toxic culture issues. The military has long had a problem with sexual harassment/assault within its ranks and a reporting/ justice system that often harms the victims further. A large group of women veterans/servicewomen wrote a letter outlining demands to improve the failures of the service, titled “Women Vets & Servicewomen Demand #JusticeforVanessaGuillen - 4 July 2020”. I encourage you to give it a read, so many women risked putting their names out there and standing up for justice, that you can at least spend a moment to view it.
By Mikayla Daniels6 years ago in Viva
Telling My Story
It all came to a head when I was 8 years old. The sexual abuse I had suffered for years was progressively getting worse. It started out rather innocently at first. My uncle cornered me more times than I can count while he was babysitting me. Sometimes when we were alone, he would grab me close to him and force me into a hug. He rubbed my bum in a circular motion that I came to despise. He said, "Come here and give your uncle a kiss.” I obeyed because I thought I had to. "Now give me a bigger one. Open your mouth,” he said as he pulled my head towards his.
By Stacy Davenport6 years ago in Viva
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








