I used to be a swimmer. I am dark-skinned, Because I used to go to swim practice every morning. I’m the only person in my family with curly hair. Not a day would pass without someone commenting on my hair and skin.
When I was little My mother told me that a girl’s private parts are called a box of pearls When I got older and we learned about reproduction I asked my mother and she told me the same thing that our teacher Mr. Mahmoud told me
I have a big forehead and thin hair. It makes me look like Mohamed Heneidy before he got a hair transplant. My family and friends used to make fun of me. When I tied my hair back, my father would tell me, “Wear your hair down. It looks ugly tied back.” body image, hair, beauty standards, bullying
I was 12 when it came. In Palestine, we say ajetny [it has come] when we get our periods. It happened when I got home after school. There was a lot of blood. I got really scared. I cried a lot. I couldn’t understand why I was bleeding. womanhood, period, body image
I was scared because everyone told me that, Once I got my period and hit puberty, A lot of things were going to change: I wouldn’t be able to wear shorts anymore or ride bikes, Or play with boys on the street. gender identity, body image, womanhood, period
Baba always wanted me to dress in loose-fitting clothing, Even though I am petite. When we went shopping, And something fit me but wasn’t loose, He’d tell me that it looked bad on me. body image, bullying, parents
I was on my way to school like any other day, When I found everyone making fun of me because I was wearing pants and a t-shirt that were bigger in size than their clothes. I weighed more than them. I don’t know how this whole thing started. bullying, body image, beauty standards, social pressure
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