In your life you gave a few insults throughout your life. I don't care if you're the nicest person ever, you gave someone and insult before.
Insulting someone is already bad. You basically trying to get someone to feel lower then you, even though were all equals. You might have done it without realising it. But giving someone an insult ob who they are is just wrong. Like Faggot, Nerd, Whore, and many more. I have a few stories about people who hate this subject with a passion. But non a less, they let me share there stories. They want people to know what a few words can do to a person. They want the world to hear there cries that could not be answered.
(Names, and other important information, will be changed so they can stay unknown.)
Story #1: This was emailed to me
My name is Paige. I'm 34 years old, and this is my story.....When I was in the 11th grade I was called every name in the book. Whore, bitch, slut, cunt, anything to do with a female, I was called it. Why? Because I got stupidly got drunk and my so called 'freinds' they let me go up to my crush. (I had the biggest crush on a Senior.) And I flashed him. Lifted up my shirt and flashed him infront of everybody in the 11th-12th grade at the party. People somehow got picuters. Someone recorded the whole thing. After that the names came.
I went to school the following week and on my locker was a picture of myself flashing my crush, they left him out of the picture though so it looked like I was flashing the person who took the photo. I tore it down in anger. The people around me started laughing. No one really knew me. I was the outcast if you will, so most people didn't know my name. So when someone called me a tramp, I was shocked. You didn't even see my face in the picture because of my shirt. I was known as the biggest whore I school.
These names just kept getting worst and worst. They started acting me physically, to the point my mother noticed a hand mark on my neck. I never really came out of my room after that. I even became depressed to the point where I'm cutting my self. I screamed and shouted at the mirror.
During all of this I litterlly became the slut everyone called me. I slept around with guys, and even some girls, because I hated my body. I shaved the sides of my head and had a mohawk typed hair at the top, which got trimmed short.
At this point I was living off of happy pills, and drugs screwing every guy, and lesbian I came in contact with who would take me.
One day someone came up to me, and slapped me. She said, "Look at what you have become. You're on drugs 24/7, sleeping with anybody and everybody, you look like someone who would never get a job, and lastly your mother cried about you to me. Saying my baby is gone, nothing but the devil." I looked at the girl. It was my little 14 yearold sister. The disappointment in her eyes said it all. She walked away from me. "What a great role model you are." She mubbled walking away. All my 'friends' started luaghing as the took another drag of the joints. I got so mad I dragged my time begging lover and had sex with him with no condom. I got pregnant. And 2 month's later, I had a miscarriage.
I lost a life that was inside of me. It tore my heart. I wanted to kill myself. But I never had the guts to. All because of someone calling me names and it changed my life. I sometimes think "what if I didnt goto that party?" I would be someone completely different. I would not have at one point been a mother. But I was.
My tip is.....know the damage that can be done, before you do something. Even if it is just a word. It can change someone.
That is the first of 3. Others will be posted.
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The Real World
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