I REMEMBERED I'M A GIRL!!!

I'm glad you're back. Let's get the story going. Starting the eleventh grade,excites me. What will be exciting in education, you might wonder? However, it isn't because that is where my story begins. I made a ton of friends, which was awesome. juniors being played off.

joke-playing on younger students, skipping classes, borrowing dresses, snooping, complaining about others, squabbling over snacks, talking about boys, etc. And one fine day, a subject that I was unfamiliar with, sexual assault rumors flooded my college. Prior to experiencing, I used to believe that those scenarios would not occur.

It was absolutely horrible to be the victim of sexual assault. I was reluctant to discuss what had occurred with anyone. I was too afraid to be alone in the dark at night. I've always imagined having support behind me. I kept all of my fears inside of my head and prepared to move forward under the moniker "the child of ocean secrets.".

It is more difficult to trust a man after you have witnessed his violence. "Does he love me" changes to "won't he abuse me.". ". Sexual assault can be healed, so there is hope.

Telling your story of sexual abuse or assault has never been popular. Girls aren't taking part because it's trendy or because someone else has shared their experience, girls are joining in after years of being ashamed and afraid to do so. This has given them the courage to speak up.

You are sufficient because you are strong, deserving, and hardy. It's not your fault because you did everything you could to survive. There will be days when it seems like the world is collapsing, but there will also be days that serve as a reminder of how lovely and abundant the world can be. It's okay to not feel okay. It's acceptable to let yourself cry and to express anger, as well as to smile. He does not possess you; keep moving forward while laughing and loving yourself completely. You are loved; your body is yours, and your story still belongs to you.

Although I do overthink, it's not because I want to feel depressed. I simply feel overly much. I value things, feelings, people, and promises. And when you do that, it's inevitable that you'll get upset over trivial things.

What talent do you have, inquire some people? I wanted to respond to them by saying that I feel and think more than most people do. What a potentially lethal combination, yes.

I believed that other people are not my rivals. Your lack of motivation is my main rival. the unhealthy food I consume, the knowledge I ignore, the bad habits I encourage, and my lack of creativity.

Every student in my 12th grade has a weight-, diet-, and beauty-related obsession. It's sad that hating your body is considered more socially acceptable than loving it. I've always thought that you should stop trying to fix your body. It was never damaged. .

Too anything—too short, too tall, too thin, or too fat. There is a perception that we are all "too" something or "not enough" of something. Life is like that. Our hearts, minds, and bodies all undergo change.

It's cool to have curves. Being straight is cool.

A big butt is cool. Nice little butts.

Abs are slick. Abs don't look cool.

It's cool to be slim. Being overweight is cool.

What's not cool, you ask? advising another person on how they should or shouldn't look.

The intermediate offered a wealth of knowledge. the insecurities that girls experience regarding abuse, menstruation, and of course, love. I advised getting out of the habit of reassuring people that their parents are still their parents by saying, "Well, that's still your mom, dot. That remains your brother. Still your sister. "Whether it's family or not, TOXIC IS TOXIC. Walking away from people is acceptable. who HURT YOU CONSTANTLY. You're welcome to.

If I had any advice, it would be to never become overly attached to someone unless they feel the same way about you. One-sided expectations can mentally wreck you.

I am aware of both my rarity and my gender. and I realized I'm a girl.

Up until I encountered the situation, everything was fine at the time. The trading situation, where you never know what will happen next, felt like hell.

If you don't believe me, I'll explain some more pieces of the puzzle, but this will remain our little secret....