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Just A Woman
THE CASTOR OIL MIRACLE At certain times in my life during elementary school, I didn’t want to go to school, especially from fourth through sixth grades. I was talked about and picked on constantly and didn’t want to go, so I tried a few times to fake sick. I got away with staying home a couple of times, but Mamma later caught on. She devised a plan that would get me to do just about anything I didn’t want to do….by giving me castor oil.
By Deanna Lang6 years ago in Viva
Sexual Assault Allegations against the Biebs?
Well, we knew it was coming. More men in Hollywood are cancelled. But why? Multiple women have dropped twitter threads outlining, in specific detail, with verifiable facts, personal accounts of sexual assault, rape, and cover ups, not only against Justin Bieber, but Ansel Elgort and Chris D'Elia - ALL IN ONE WEEK.
By Ally Mclean6 years ago in Viva
From invisible fat girl to only fans model.
It’s hard going from undesirable to undeniably beautiful. Aside from men changing women do too. Every single girl I meet wants to be my friend. Girls who shut me down before. The new friendships I make aren't real. I know they only want to be my friend because I am pretty.
By Tracy Rose 6 years ago in Viva
I’m A Survivor Not A Vitim
I was 5 years old when my grandmother’s oldest brother first sexually assaulted me. I was just a baby. I was about to be in the 1st grade. So it’s summer time. I’m running around having fun with my toys just bein a kid , my uncle is home watching me - as usual. I go to use the bathroom and handle my business , as I come out the bathroom my uncle comes into my room and try’s to touch me. Now, I’m a little girl but I’m very smart. Mommy always told me if someone touches your Special temple down there you fight them and get away. I always remembered that , my uncle puts his hands in my pants and say come here. I jumped up scared and said NO don’t touch me , I ran back into the bathroom and locked the door. After he left me alone and went to take a nap I leave the bathroom to go into the living room and try to stay calm and watch tv. He came into the living room and grabs me , puts me on the floor and tries to pry my legs open. I try so hard to push him away but it doesn’t work, Something deep inside tells me - USE YOUR LEGS USE YOUR LEGS - so I kick him. I get up and run into my mommy’s room and lock the door. My mom gets home, and I stay with her, the next day comes and I’m at the park with my friends playing around my other uncle comes and picks me up to drop me home. I go upstairs on the second floor into the kitchen to eat my food , after I’m done I go downstairs to the first floor where me , my mommy , my grandpa and grandma lives. I go inside I change and go to watch tv. My uncle who tried to touch me the other day comes in to the house and calls me into the kitchen. He’s sitting in a chair near the kitchen table with his private out he says come here. I say NO- he comes and grabs me pushes me to my knees and shoves his private part into my mouth and forces me to suck it , he keeps his big hands on my head to keep me from removing my head. I don’t know what to do other then to bite him. So I bite him and run away , I hid in my mommy’s room and lock the door and wait until she gets home. When she gets home I finally decide to tell her what’s been happening when everybody leaves me with this so called uncle of mine. Meanwhile he is in the kitchen and me and my mommy are prepping my shower. As the showers running I spill the beans and she looks shocked, she says are you sure baby? I said yes mommy he did it many times. So I stay in the bathroom and take my shower while she goes into the kitchen and talks to him, all I hear is low yelling , when I get out the shower and get dressed I come out of the bathroom and see him quit red eyes. I went into my mommy’s room and went to sleep. The next day...... he was gone, all of his belongings he came with were gone. I never seen him ever again. Today is June 17,2020 and it’s been 12 years since this all happened. 2 years ago I found out that he got cancer and died. I am 18 going on 19 in 1 month and a half , and I am not a victim............ But A Surviver.
By Bryanna Fleuristal 6 years ago in Viva
A cry never heard
“yea it happened to me, more than once... yes I never called the police... yes I thought no one cared... yes I started to dislike myself... yes I felt ashamed and nasty... how could this happen to me! Why would this happen!” I couldn’t do anything but listen, how could this happen. What I am going to tell you is story of a young girl who believed she walked with God until it felt he was no longer there.
By EnlightenedMindzSpeak6 years ago in Viva
6 Things Every Woman Should Know About Her Body
The female body is intricate and confusing. It makes being a woman even more difficult. Not only are we treated like second class citizens, but we also must deal with our “plumbing” bleeding every 28 days AND it’s hidden from our view.
By Casey Chesterfield6 years ago in Viva
I AM A SURVIVOR
I don't think that there are any words that could describe how terrifying that night was. Talking about something that happened 24 years ago,seems like it was a life time ago. My name is Adriane and this is the story that changed my life forever. I was a young girl and a new single parent. I had recently split from my sons father, and was living alone for the first time in my life. And I was enjoying my new found freedom maybe, a little too much at the time. I was living in Clovis, New Mexico I had found a small duplex for me and my son to live in. I met my friend April she lived in the same duplex. We quickly became friends she had two kids and I had one son. I didn't know anybody in Clovis, I had just moved there. So April's friends also became my friends. At times we would have wild parties, there would be lots of drinking that would last through out the night. It was at one of these parties that I met James. He for some reason took an instant liking to me . The feeling was not mutual. I was dating someone else at the time, and he just made me feel uncomfortable. The fun parties keep taking place and you could say I was living the life of a wild child . James would show up on occasion and express interest in me, but for whatever reason I didn't want him around me or my son. I tried to keep my distance from him. I didn't want him to think I was leading him on in any way , because I had no interest in him.
By Adriane Kirby6 years ago in Viva
Richy
I always knew I was different. What three year old suffers from depression? Yup, this one did. I worried constantly about whether my mother loved me. I even recall thinking that I should not of been born. I was working out my place in this world, even as a toddler. I thought about strange things, had strange dreams. I had a repetitive dream that my mother was hosting a Tupperware party, turned into a violin and started killing all the attendees. Like WTF. I was a troubled soul even at the beginning of my life.
By Laura Guzman6 years ago in Viva
Not All Scars Can Be Seen
Hello. My birth name is Audrey Ella Kerns. However, about 2 months ago, I changed my last name to Garland. No, I didn't legally change it, no, I'm not married now, and no, I didn't ask for anyone's permission to do it. I made the choice all by myself.
By Audrey Ella Garland6 years ago in Viva
Stripping Shells with Sisters
Living in a time that seems dire and down right lonely some days, I’m reflecting on past times where feminine liberation was shared among sisters. Whilst I may be blessed to have been “forced” to move back home and back with my partner, I can’t help but yearn for the care free liberators of nude empowerment movements.
By sarah-rashael6 years ago in Viva
My Story
It was a cold day in December. We had just passed our one year anniversary. We made plans to do this about a month ago, but that didn’t make it any easier. I step on the bus and there he is, smile beaming like always when we lock eyes. His black roxy hat backwards covering his chocolate brown hair. His deep brown eyes sparkling, showing that the smile is pure. His 5’8 body dressed in the usual outfit. Blue jeans ripped at the bottom around his black DC sneakers. A black zip up sweatshirt with camo print on the inside, a sweatshirt I borrowed and once felt safe in, with a black green day t-shirt on under it. I sit next to him and lean my head on his shoulder. The scent of axe dark temptation filling my nostrils. A smell I loved.
By Heather Lanchester6 years ago in Viva
