Bizzle Imagines

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I was your normal 18 year old teenage girl, but one day everything changed for worse. What happened to me I will never forget and will be imprinted on me for the rest of my life. There was this perfect boy in my life at the time, in the end he was one of the worst things that could have happened to me. I thought he was the one for me; we’d be together for a very long time. I was so happy when I was around him; he told me I was beautiful. All the right things a girl wants to hear, he told me and I believed him. After he had told me he loved me, one night he asked me if I would send a photo of my breasts. I took the photo that night, something I regret even now when I’m passed that chapter in my life. I didn’t send the photo to him, the next day I asked my best friend if I should or not. She said the best thing a best friend could say to me that day, no. She told me I was better than that and that I shouldn’t have to send a photo for him to like me. Which is what I want you girls to know, even if a boy tells you that he loves you and that he won’t show anyone, still don’t do it. If he gets angry at you for saying no, in the end, he was really not worth your time. He should love you for who you are and not what your body looks like. The day I asked my best friend if I should send it, I did a silly mistake and left the photo on my phone. I will never know why I didn’t just delete the photo right then and there, that is something I will never be able to tell you. That day, mistakes just kept on coming. I was ion class chatting with my friends and not worrying about anything but myself, when someone who i thought was my friend stole my phone out of where I placed it in my pencil case, and found the photo amongst other photos in my phone. They sent it to their phone without me realising and before I knew it, the whole school had a photo of my breasts on their phone. Unlike all the other girls that sent a photo to a guy around the time that I did, mine wasn’t taken lightly. I was called names, people came up in my face and yelled at me, over five people tried to bash me. I didn’t tell anyone because I thought it would get better, but it kept getting worse. I didn’t know what to do or who to tell so I lived with being bullied for at least two months. I had no friends; everyone hated me for something I didn’t do. The feeling of being hated so much is hard to explain.You were once the popular girl and you had a lot of friends and then one day everything changes. I became depressed and I hated my body from then on. I still have trouble trusting boys to this day. If I had the chance to go back and change everything I would. I never would have even considered taking the photo. Today I still have to live with the feeling that everyone knows what my body looks like, sometimes, even someone brings up what happened to me and I still feel disgusted with myself and ashamed of what I did. I felt alone and not wanted at the time and the even worse thing is when you take a photo and what happened to me, happens to you, your parents find out. The way my mum looked at me, made me feel like I was disowned, she was ashamed to call me her daughter. My dad on the other hand, still to this day, we are and will never be as close as we used to be. This is nothing anyone would want to experience.