To This Day
When I was a kid
I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
were the same thing
I thought they were both pork chops
and because my grandmother thought it was cute
and because they were my favourite
she let me keep doing it

not really a big deal

one day
before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
I fell out of a tree
and bruised the right side of my body

I didn’t want to tell my grandmother about it
because I was afraid I’d get in trouble
for playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been

a few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise
and I got sent to the principal’s office
from there I was sent to another small room
with a really nice lady
who asked me all kinds of questions
about my life at home

I saw no reason to lie
as far as I was concerned
life was pretty good
I told her “whenever I’m sad
my grandmother gives me karate chops”

this led to a full scale investigation
and I was removed from the house for three days
until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises

news of this silly little story quickly spread through the school
and I earned my first nickname

pork chop

to this day
I hate pork chops

I’m not the only kid
who grew up this way
surrounded by people who used to say
that rhyme about sticks and stones
as if broken bones
hurt more than the names we got called
and we got called them all
so we grew up believing no one
would ever fall in love with us
that we’d be lonely forever
that we’d never meet someone
to make us feel like the sun
was something they built for us
in their tool shed
so broken heart strings bled the blues
as we tried to empty ourselves
so we would feel nothing
don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
that an ingrown life
is something surgeons can cut away
that there’s no way for it to metastasize

it does

she was eight years old
our first day of grade three
when she got called ugly
we both got moved to the back of the class
so we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
but the school halls were a battleground
where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
we used to stay inside for recess
because outside was worse
outside we’d have to rehearse running away
or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
in grade five they taped a sign to her desk
that read beware of dog

to this day
despite a loving husband
she doesn’t think she’s beautiful
because of a birthmark
that takes up a little less than half of her face
kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
that someone tried to erase
but couldn’t quite get the job done
and they’ll never understand
that she’s raising two kids
whose definition of beauty
begins with the word mom
because they see her heart
before they see her skin
that she’s only ever always been amazing

he
was a broken branch
grafted onto a different family tree
adopted
but not because his parents opted for a different destiny
he was three when he became a mixed drink
of one part left alone
and two parts tragedy
started therapy in 8th grade
had a personality made up of tests and pills
lived like the uphills were mountains
and the downhills were cliffs
four fifths suicidal
a tidal wave of anti depressants
and an adolescence of being called popper
one part because of the pills
and ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
he tried to kill himself in grade ten
when a kid who still had his mom and dad
had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression
is something that can be remedied
by any of the contents found in a first aid kit

to this day
he is a stick on TNT lit from both ends
could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
in the moments before it’s about to fall
and despite an army of friends
who all call him an inspiration
he remains a conversation piece between people
who can’t understand
sometimes becoming drug free
has less to do with addiction
and more to do with sanity

we weren’t the only kids who grew up this way
to this day
kids are still being called names
the classics were
hey stupid
hey spaz
seems like each school has an arsenal of names
getting updated every year
and if a kid breaks in a school
and no one around chooses to hear
do they make a sound?
are they just the background noise
of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
when people say things like
kids can be cruel?
every school was a big top circus tent
and the pecking order went
from acrobats to lion tamers
from clowns to carnies
all of these were miles ahead of who we were
we were freaks
lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
oddities
juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
but at night
while the others slept
we kept walking the tightrope
it was practice
and yeah
some of us fell

but I want to tell them
that all of this shit
is just debris
leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
we used to be
and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself
get a better mirror
look a little closer
stare a little longer
because there’s something inside you
that made you keep trying
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it
“they were wrong”
because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click
maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
to show and tell but never told
because how can you hold your ground
if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
you have to believe that they were wrong

they have to be wrong

why else would we still be here?
we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
because we see ourselves in them
we stem from a root planted in the belief
that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway
and if in some way we are
don’t worry
we only got out to walk and get gas
we are graduating members from the class of
fuck off we made it
not the faded echoes of voices crying out
names will never hurt me

of course
they did

but our lives will only ever always
continue to be
a balancing act
that has less to do with pain
and more to do with beauty.

—  Shane Koyczan

Tumblr is not a body positive website.

Tumblr is not an anti bullying website.

Tumblr is not a loving and accepting place.

And it never fucking will be.

Tumblr will never be a great website filed with accepting and loving people. Stop fucking lying about this website just to make this website look better.

I’m tired of listening to men who talk about being ostracised and excluded when they were in school.

Who talk about how difficult it was fitting in and finding friends and feeling inadequate.

Who talk about being bullied and left with emotional scars from their experiences.

Then justify the wide spread bullying and harassment of online gaming culture as just something that needs to be accepted.

The vicious and targeted nature of bullying is something that never needs to be tolerated.

Just because you have found yourself in a system where you are now comfortable to act as bully instead of victim does not mean people should ever accept it.

Don’t cry to me about your tortured past if your present reality involves treating people just as badly.

I don’t want to hear your desperate origin story.

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[LYRICS] Seoul Police X Block B - School Peace Project Anti-Bullying Song

Jesus, there’s no need for words

Everyone calls you a work of art
Just a little bit of you, gonna fiercely treasure you Baby~
Yeah yeah

Oh wow! Amazing~
There’s no need for improvement
We’re all friends for real
School bullying isn’t a problem for us
Standing together talking behind people’s backs is

(Listen up!)

Not something we would do
Some have the hardest time with verbal bullying

I can’t stand people who use their fists
Let’s listen to what our friends say

Jesus there’s no need for words
Everyone calls you a work of art
Just a little bit of you
Gonna fiercely treasure you, baby
You’re pretty without lacking a thing

Her! Uh uh! Pol! Uh uh!
Her! Uh uh! 117CHAT is amazing
Her! Uh uh! Pol! Uh uh!
Her! Uh uh! You and I are all friends

That punch made my head spin
Right away I blacked out, I need suction
I’ve been holding back until now
But now I’m gonna talk, Police
Silence on a friend’s bullying
Can give birth to more bullying
I wanna Pol & Peace

More than the gangsters around us
Our indifference is more severe

Our friend’s pain is our pain
Let’s all talk about our troubles

Jesus there’s no need for words
Everyone calls you a work of art
Just a little bit of you
Gonna fiercely treasure you, baby
You’re pretty without lacking a thing

Her! Uh uh! Pol! Uh uh!
Her! Uh uh! 117CHAT is amazing
Her! Uh uh! Pol! Uh uh!
Her! Uh uh! You and I are all friends

(Orchestra plays)

-  A peaceful school without bullying -

- Seoul Police together with Block B –

I, who was indifferent about school bullying

Became a 117CHAT messenger

Looking back on it, we really are friends

Oh! Could you be my real friends


It’s really good, it’s good

Someone is coming this way

If they talk, just smile at them

That person is our friend

Cussing and rough words

Back off, stop your talk

Her! Uh! Her! Uh!

Baby I’m all yours

Jesus there’s no need for words

Everyone calls you a work of art

Just a little bit of you

Gonna fiercely treasure you, baby

You’re pretty without lacking a thing

Her! Uh uh! Pol! Uh uh!

Her! Uh uh! 117CHAT is amazing

Her! Uh uh! Pol! Uh uh!

Her! Uh uh! You and I are all friends

-              School Violence Prevention-

-              School & Peace –

translated by youngha @ blockbintl

Fat Shaming: Who Does It Benefit?

By Kristina Combs

Makeup: a way to self-express yourself and feel comfortable enhancing the skin that you are in—not for cosmetics company, Benefit.  

The company’s UK branch tweeted fat-shaming tweets on July 6th, claiming that they were just having some fun.  Sorry, but when did discrimination of someone’s body type become “fun"? I’m pretty sure that’s also known as bullying.

It took the company approximately two hours to release an apology tweet after many angry customers expressed how wrong it was of the company to do so.

Many customers threatened to boycott the brand (rightfully so!) and asked if Benefit would make some other jokes on current events, such as what is happening in Greece or if racism was trending would they jump on that and create offensive hashtags, the company had no comment.

Many customers, as well as UK beauty bloggers, have come up with the hashtag: #boycottbenefit.

The company’s “big mistake” has now cost them some of their sponsored bloggers,  resulting in a decrease in new product promotion, as well as global customer.

Body shaming is disgusting, as everyone is beautiful regardless of what a scale says. It’s sad that a cosmetic company felt the need to publically humiliate their fan base in order to fit in with “the trends”. Try embracing your customers, at every shape and size. That never goes out of style.

About this blogger: Kristina Combs is a native New Yorker who has a passion for helping others.  She received my B.A from Hunter College in May 2015 and will be attending Adelphi University School of Social Work in the fall. She started volunteering with NEDA’s Helpline in hopes to help support and empower individuals and their families who are affected by eating disorders and to let them know that they don’t have to go through this alone.  When she’s not volunteering or focusing on my studies, she enjoys spending time with my friends and family and blogging.

For more on fat shaming, check out:
Tinder Body Shamers, Just Don’t
Crop Tops Are For Every Body
Strength In Numbers: A Personal Story in Overcoming Cyberbullying

Does your school district have an anti-bullying policy? Is that policy LGBT-inclusive? According to a new report, only 70% of United States school districts have any anti-bullying policy at all. Of those, under half protect students who are bullied on the basis of their sexual orientation, and only about 14% protect students bullied because of their gender identity or expression. Get more details from GLSEN here. And then pick up your school’s student handbook and figure out if LGBT students are protected, and if they’re not, go forth and raise hell. (h/t Huffington Post)

anonymous asked:

When I was like 12 I went into gamestop (ugh) just to buy one thing, with a "geek" shirt on. And this 30ish yr old man behind the counter asked "do you even KNOW who's on your shirt?!" and I said no hoping he'd leave me alone, but then he proceeded

To openly mock me in front of all the other adults behind the counter. I had already given him the money and he had my game I bought out of reach behind the counter. So I had to stand there and listen to this douche I was almost in tears. Never went Back in there v again.


Wow, what an ass. I had a similar experience years ago when I went to a comic book store and there were two guys working there and one of them was really rude when I was trying to explain i never read comics before and was trying to find a good place to start, because I was really overwhelmed and nervous. Anyway, he kept sort of laughing at me and telling me there was a Disney section (they also sold toys and stuff) around the side, the other guy just laughed. It was really embarrassing. 

In your case it is even worse, you were a little kid and an adult was making fun of you. Like, wow what a fucking hero. He really saved the fucking world that day.

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The Appalling True Story Of What Happened At A Texas Frat When They Thought No One Was Watching

When Derek Elrod was rushing a fraternity at the University of North Texas (UNT) in the fall of 2013, he was having, as he puts it, “the time of my life.” The brothers at the fraternity of his first choice, Sigma Phi Epsilon (SigEp), were surprisingly warm and welcoming.

Starts bad and then gets worse