Stopbodyshaming Stories

About the humiliation,depression and embarrassment face by fat people.

This is my entry for #DigitalAMAwithRheea for "The Body Myth" contest. Excerpt: * The woman was sitting on a park bench in West Point Gardens,where I came every sunday for a five- kilometer walk. She couldn't see me but I had to stop midstride to stare at her. I looked at her for three reasons. 1. Her face was twisted in contemplation; 2. She was wearing a beige kurta with a transparent golden dupatta; and 3. She was fucking gorgeous. I'm a woman who takes great pleasure in noticing other woman, in raw appreciation for our sex, but also as a comparative study. I could not,however take the time to asses her beauty. She was up to something strange. Her head darted behind and to the side. I was sure she was checking if anyone was looking at her. She was at the centre of a vast bamboo garden. No one else was in the garden. I was at the corner, out of her view. She looked back to the center, her facial muscles tweaked with confidence. She took a few deep breaths and stared to tremble. * Continued in the next chapter. I hope y'all like it. Thank you.

This book is trying to prevent Body Shaming from happening. JOIN THE MOVEMENT! #StopBodyShaming ~ Inspired by @StopBodyShamings story! Follow them and join the movement! ©nail-polish all rights reserved ~2015~

{Really short chapters, and many of them.} A girl thinks too lowly of her life, the infatuation that comes with loving someone wrong for her, and the things she has known to come to love, all in a conversation with herself in the middle of the night. Achievements: #58 in Short Story #93 in Short Story #298 in Short Story #505 in Short Story #727 in Short Story #980 in Short Story #stopbodyshaming #freeyourbody #freementalillness Copyright 2016

"You did all that so I would kiss you?" "Well not exactly, I was kind of dying." Dialogue Story

She has been bullied throughout her whole life. She is on the edge of everything and has reached her limits.

This is a simple story, about a guy and a girl, one that's not important when compared to the issues of the world, but very important when it comes to the issues of the heart. It's about beauty, and how girls so often criticize themselves and tear themselves down, when in fact they are very beautiful. Dedicated to Menma

Intro Broken hearts and scars in only places she can see, she just wanted, she just wanted, to feel something-Molly Kate Kestner, His Daughter Not everyone is lucky. Not everyone has lots of money, lots of friends, and a great family. Alia Johnson isn't one of those people. She has all of those things. She has great grades, good looks, and lots of friends, yet somehow, she is lacking a big thing, a father. Her dad died just one year ago, when his army team was bombed as soon as he was deployed to Iraq. Since than, she lost a lot of other things. Hope, confidence, strength. She has quit dancing, and has also lost interest in music all together. She can't seem to be able to get happy, no matter how much she tries. She doesn't put forth effort to anything anymore, because she feels she has truly lost the light in her life, leaving her miserable and uselessly stranded in the dark. As the holiday season comes around, what used to be a joyus occasion, is now only another miserable time for her. Her mom has yet to notice her struggles, her friends just don't seem to care, and even if she was to have the whole world surrounding her, she could still never feel as though she wasn't alone. Her anxiety keeps her up at night, and leaves her unable to get any sleep. Her thoughts on her self-image and self-worth are also impacting everything she does, from eating, to exercising, to picking out clothes. Letting others thoughts on herself become even more important than her own. Follow Alina and her story as she fights, flies, and cries, along with many other emotions and actions through this journey of hers. Will she be able to overcome this sadness, this struggle, and these other issues she is facing? Will she be able to make it to the end of the tunnel and face the light? Or will her world fade into an even darker blackness than she had before? Find out in... Waiting for That Thing Called Light

" why do we study history ? " "so that we don't repeat the mistake made in the past" " then why do they still repeat ? " the class went silent ••• a story about high school , may it be read by many understood by all

If asked, baby Emily Robinson would have gleefully said that, her life revolved around two cornerstones: volleyball, Riley. Volleyball was the passion that gave her life. Riley was the "special friend" that fueled said passion and offered an otherwise insecure, shy little girl the means to grow up strong, confident, badass. Professional volleyball was a dream close to becoming true. Riley was reality. The most reassuring one. If asked, Emily would have said, she could not live without those two. That's why when, in a matter of months, she loses both, Emily's life starts spiraling down. The self consciousness about her looks goes from easily containable to fullout war waging deep inside her, menacing to bring her down any minute. So when, four years later, Riley comes back, he finds that his cutely shy Honeybee has turned into a beautiful quasi woman that is inexplicably paralyzed by fears. How can he help her regain the strength she had? And what happens when he starts realizing that indeed, his Honeybee is no longer a child, she's become a dangerously attractive girl. How can he help her fight her demons, without letting his mind and heart stray? He can't fall for the same child he used to babysit ... or can he? Highest rank #14 in General Fiction (04/08/2017)

"What are... we?" She thought for a moment. "Men call us elves." Alyssa was ever the rebel, with other dreams than being queen. Like having an adventure. She knew it was never going to happen, until... it did. On her thirteenth birthday she fell into a canyon and found a myth. Two years later, she rode right into it. This is the first part in a seven-book series. Constructive criticism is very welcome; I seek to improve. I try to update at least once a week. - First draft, that I'm currently editing so errors/inconsistency etc might occur. If you come across anything please do comment and I'll correct it asap - DID YOU READ IT? Omg *hugs you to death*

[WATTYS 2015] Perfect. Our human nature goal. It's our want. It's our need. We want the perfect appearance, the perfect family, the perfect career, the perfect husband or wife, everything has to be perfect. But what exactly is perfect? Who creates the rules that would make something perfect? Society does, we do, we are the creators so can we change it? Because it is perfect by the book.

This is a story to empower young women who have been body shamed all their life.

This is a campaign I am starting to help raise awareness of the struggles people face. Although our troubles may not all be the same, we all have them. Some things may be more or less difficult, harmful, or unsettling than others, but in the end it all matters. "Dear Bullies, You know the boy you pushed over earlier? Committed suicide last night. The girl you called fat? She's starving herself. The boy you teased for crying? His mom died. The man you made fun of for his scars? He fought for our country. The man you stole the little leather pouch off? He was homeless. And everyone else you've been mean to? You either hurt them really bad or ruined they're life. Post this on your profile if your against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't, but if you are that 1% with time and heart, then show it." -Unknown (I'm not sure who started this but I got it from geminiwolf) Dear Bullies That boy you made fun of today in class today? He killed himself a few minutes ago. That girl you called dumb? She has dyslexia. That girl you called fat? She's starving herself. That women you called bald? She has cancer. That kid you called bald? He has cancer too. That man you laughed at for having scars on his face? He fought for our country. That boy you punched in the hallway today? He's already being abused at home. That child you called retarded for being in a wheelchair? He risked his life to save a four year old. That boy you laughed at for crying? His mother died in the hospital. You think you know them? Wrong. You don't. 97% you will ignore this, the 3% who don't, copy and paste this if you have a heart So I ask you please whatever it is ShareYourStory

in which a boy forgets how to breathe every time he sees her face. [ extended summary inside ] for all of these causes: #freeyourbody #bodypositivity #nomorebullying #stopbodyshaming #projectcharacter #helpfightcliches #weareteenqueens #breakstereotypes #projectacceptyou