I came across this picture today and I just love what this guy said.
If anybody here has the memory of an elephant (I don't) than you may remember that I dropped out of my pretty conservative college this past September due to my mental state. I never really wanted to go to the college in the first place, but it was where so many people wanted me. I had a lot of issues with the college, but one of my biggest issues was the dress code. Skirt past your knee (when sitting), sleeves had to be completely covering your shoulder, neclklines could be no longer than three fingers past your collar, and clothing could not be tight or accentuating your form. "Pretty conservative" may have been an understatement. At the girl's assembly during opening week the dean of woman besically said (not in these words) that woman needed to stp dressing like sluts to feel pretty. We had to have respect for ourselves and the men around us by not tempting them with our body. Our virginity was a present that had originally been intended to be opened after marriage. I tried not to feel self conscious at school, but I couldn't help it. I kept getting written up because my skirt was showing my knees or my tank top (under my sweater) was to form fitting. My college was in the California desert, it was pretty hot and I couldn't afford a new wardrobe let alone find a ride to get to town.
I don't have an issue with skirts or modesty. But I'm getting so annoyed of us having to cover ourselves to extreme lengths so guys aren't tempted to rape. We get the blame, not them. I want to feel and look pretty so I wear my skinny jeans and my tops that show off my curves and fit form (I'm working out a lot more lately, I have a reason to be proud!), but bam; a guy whistled to me when walking to my car and thoughts race through my head. I shouldn't be at the store by myself, I shouldn't have parked so far out, I should have walked quicker, why don't I own a taser yet, I need to start wearing a sweatshirt, I need to be more careful. But, what about that stupid guy. His friends just laugh with him and I'm the one blaming myself. And society says nothing. Boys will be boys and we need to constantly be on guard. I'm just tired of it. I couldn't even leave my house last year to jog or ride my bike because my mom was so paranoid. The moment the weather warms up I'm going to try to get myself outside, but I know the moment a car drives by just a tad slower, I'll be a deer in the headlights.
There's just so much that's backwards with our society now. The news is calling for a reform for college rape, but colleges tell us to be over careful; social media tells us to speak out, but the moment we speak out we're called selfish; and a person who had suffered rape or sexual assault is expected to immediately jump back and be exactly the same. I'm struggling.
Because of my abuse, I can't love properly. I don't feel comfortable with guys who are complete gentleman because I'm supposed to be fending for myself. So I'm labeled as cold hearted. I struggle with intimacy so I'm a prude. I bet me being abused as a kid would have people blaming me, just because I thought I'd be safe getting warm in the bed with my dad on a winter night while watching TV. Yup, it's all on me
If anybody here has the memory of an elephant (I don't) than you may remember that I dropped out of my pretty conservative college this past September due to my mental state. I never really wanted to go to the college in the first place, but it was where so many people wanted me. I had a lot of issues with the college, but one of my biggest issues was the dress code. Skirt past your knee (when sitting), sleeves had to be completely covering your shoulder, neclklines could be no longer than three fingers past your collar, and clothing could not be tight or accentuating your form. "Pretty conservative" may have been an understatement. At the girl's assembly during opening week the dean of woman besically said (not in these words) that woman needed to stp dressing like sluts to feel pretty. We had to have respect for ourselves and the men around us by not tempting them with our body. Our virginity was a present that had originally been intended to be opened after marriage. I tried not to feel self conscious at school, but I couldn't help it. I kept getting written up because my skirt was showing my knees or my tank top (under my sweater) was to form fitting. My college was in the California desert, it was pretty hot and I couldn't afford a new wardrobe let alone find a ride to get to town.
I don't have an issue with skirts or modesty. But I'm getting so annoyed of us having to cover ourselves to extreme lengths so guys aren't tempted to rape. We get the blame, not them. I want to feel and look pretty so I wear my skinny jeans and my tops that show off my curves and fit form (I'm working out a lot more lately, I have a reason to be proud!), but bam; a guy whistled to me when walking to my car and thoughts race through my head. I shouldn't be at the store by myself, I shouldn't have parked so far out, I should have walked quicker, why don't I own a taser yet, I need to start wearing a sweatshirt, I need to be more careful. But, what about that stupid guy. His friends just laugh with him and I'm the one blaming myself. And society says nothing. Boys will be boys and we need to constantly be on guard. I'm just tired of it. I couldn't even leave my house last year to jog or ride my bike because my mom was so paranoid. The moment the weather warms up I'm going to try to get myself outside, but I know the moment a car drives by just a tad slower, I'll be a deer in the headlights.
There's just so much that's backwards with our society now. The news is calling for a reform for college rape, but colleges tell us to be over careful; social media tells us to speak out, but the moment we speak out we're called selfish; and a person who had suffered rape or sexual assault is expected to immediately jump back and be exactly the same. I'm struggling.
Because of my abuse, I can't love properly. I don't feel comfortable with guys who are complete gentleman because I'm supposed to be fending for myself. So I'm labeled as cold hearted. I struggle with intimacy so I'm a prude. I bet me being abused as a kid would have people blaming me, just because I thought I'd be safe getting warm in the bed with my dad on a winter night while watching TV. Yup, it's all on me