u/communaltoy

I’ve been feeling kinda weird and gross about my body. It’s hard viewing myself in a non-sexual light and it makes feeling “clean” difficult for me. I want to try to be more comfortable just existing in my body for my own sake, not for others. idk if that makes sense

I (f19) wrote out all the awful things Men call me and stuffed my cunt with the marker I used when I was done. I think it’s natural to, at first, believe you can be more than a set of holes. I wanted to get better and be happy, be a normal girl with normal relationships. I wanted this so bad and I tried so hard.

But wanting these things doesn’t erase what I am. I’m a brainless fucktoy, I’m a fleshlight, I’m rapemeat, I’m whatever else written on my disgusting body. After years of abuse from my dad, this is all I will ever be.

Men won’t like me for my smile or personality. They won’t like me for my humor or heart. Hell, they won’t even like me period. I’ll always be a convenient communal toy to abuse, humiliate, and degrade. Men treat me like I’m less than human because that’s what I am.

There comes a point where you become broken enough that you lose the right to be treated with any respect and dignity. Every bad thought and impossible fantasy Men wouldn’t try on any normal girl are reserved for me.

I’ve been getting messages all day reminding me of this. It hurts me and makes me sad, but I know deep down that this is right and proper. I deserve this. This is what I am. So I do what I’m told and I help them cum, then post more pictures to help even more Men cum.

This is what happens to girls who ask for it. This is what happens to girls who never say no or fight back or tell anyone. I’ve accepted my place as a traumatized whore.

My (f19) dad was sexually abusive for most of my life. I didn’t go to traditional school, I didn’t have any other family, and I had no friends. He passed nearly 3 years ago and since then, I went into foster care for a short period and went to college.

I think what he did broke me. I can’t make friends, I can’t behave and socialize like a normal person. Everyone can look at me and tell there is something off.

I throw myself at perverted older men, the more abusive and cruel the better. I don’t just let them do awful things to me, I encourage it. I don’t understand why, but this is the only thing that calms me down and makes me feel normal.

I’d like to think that I didn’t deserve what my dad did, but I’m beginning to question it. Why would I struggle so much to have healthy relationships if I deserved them? Why would I be such an easy target if I wasn’t made for this? Why would it feel so right to be abused if I was meant for something more?