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❝ 

to the boys who spread naked photos like wildfire:
I have been burned before

who knew that three years later
my topless body would still be catalogued in the phones of
people I’ve never met
being held in the sweaty palms of left hands
being criticized and raped by eyes of strangers
saved in a file labeled “sluts”
reduced to mere megapixels

the only question I was ever asked
was “how could you be so stupid?”
and my answer was always
“I just wanted him to like me.”

I just wanted him to like me.
I just wanted him to like me.
I just wanted him to like me.

no one ever asked
how many hours he spent coercing me
how many days he spent begging me
how many persuasive words it took to break down
the carefully built wall around my self esteem—
or rather, lack thereof

no one ever asked
how many seconds he waited
before sending the picture to his friend
(the answer is twenty-six, if you were wondering)

no one ever asked
how I felt knowing
that as I walked down the hallways of my high school
every boy had x-ray vision through my baggy sweater,
a front row seat to my breasts

no one ever asked
how I felt when
boys I barely spoke to called me names
critiqued the size and shape of my body
or groped me in front of my friends
and claimed I loved the attention

no one ever asked
how I felt when
the boy I wanted to like me
called me a slut
a whore
easy
cheap
ugly
dirty
disgusting

when you’re seventeen you don’t think
that three years from now, your megapixel tits will still be
in folders on laptops labeled “math homework”
my secret body in their secret stash
now property of scum bags I do not know
passed down the grapevine starting with a boy
who told me that he liked me

so next time you ask a girl
how she could be so stupid,
you should ask her
the questions I was never given the opportunity to answer

— seventeen, E.J.

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❝ When I was 12 boys slid their hand up my thigh and slapped my butt. I smiled and took it because I didn’t know it was okay to say stop. I didn’t know that I could say no. So, when the principal calls telling me my daughter is suspended for punching a boy who wouldn’t stop touching her, I will cook her favorite meals. When she tells me how she cursed at the boy who wouldn’t move his hands off her knee even though she asked him to, I will smile and pull out her favorite movie to watch together. I will celebrate the fact that she accepts her body as her own and knows she has the right to say no. I never want my daughter to think her body belongs to men, because it is her own and my god should she be proud. I will teach her it’s more than okay to say stop, something I wish I had known when I was that age.

— 

don’t be soft, let the world know you exist // 5-26-14 // 9:01AM (via restrictedthoughts)

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sunflower-mama:

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❝ Some days my heart beats so fast my ribcage sounds like a fucking railroad track and my breath is a train I just can’t catch.

— Andrea Gibson (via theworldismadeofwords)