I was in London the other day and popped in to a local newsagents, which was one of those that has the newspapers displayed on the counter in front of you, next to the till. I was waiting to pay and in front of me were two children, seemingly brother and sister: the boy was about ten and the girl about thirteen. They were paying for some sweets, and as the woman put their money in the till I noticed the boy stealing a sideways glance at his sister. He then quickly turned over the front page of the Sun on the counter right in front of him, and displayed the Page 3 picture. His sister scolded him and the woman behind the till looked very disapproving, and the page was hastily closed again. The girl dragged the boy out of the shop, obviously angry with him.

That incident sort of summed up why I support NMP3. The boy knew what he was doing was ‘naughty’ and also in some sense he knew he had power: he could annoy three women at once – myself, the shopkeeper and his sister, by doing what he did. Boys will always be naughty but the Sun provides them with the means and the permission to be naughty in a sexist way.

As a child I remember my Gran used to get one of every major newspaper, that included The Sun. So when I went to visit her every Friday with my Dad, it was normal for each of us to be flicking through a newspaper before passing it on. I remember secretly looking at Page 3, thinking if I got caught looking at it, I’d get told off, as it wasn’t meant for little girls. I was curious and confused and looked not in admiration but as if looking for a reason for it. Why was it there? If I wasn’t meant to see it, WHY was it right there?? Although I was young, it annoyed me, and it knew it was just for boys to look at, not girls. When my male cousin of the same age looked at it unashamedly, that was meant to be fine. And when my Dad looked at it, that was fine too. I remember one time, being frustrated with my Dad staring at this Page 3 insert, so I got behind the newspaper so he couldn’t see me, and punched it. I got told off of course.
When I was a teenager at school, I remember boys in the years above me used to decorate their folders and books with a collage of Page 3 models. Somehow this was allowed!? I remember feeling massively uncomfortable and inadequate whenever I saw them laying around. I didn’t match up, maybe someday I would? Until then, me and my friends would remain the butt of their jokes about how small our tits were.
When I left school, I got my first boyfriend aged 17. In his bedroom, topless models adorned the walls, including Page 3 models. I asked “Why do you have this picture up?” to a badly torn out picture of topless 18 year old Eva. He replied “Because, I thought, wow she’s got big tits for an 18 year old!” At this point, I knew it wasn’t a case of “one day I might look like them, so its ok, one day i’ll be good enough” Now, I was 1 year away from meant to be having big beautiful boobs, and it didn’t look like it was gonna happen.
Every morning before he went to work, there would be a copy of the sun sprawled out on the kitchen table, Page 3 on show, where he, his Dad, his male colleagues who stopped by, would take it in turns whilst they had their brew to have a look. This blatant viewing of gorgeous naked women by my boyfriend gave me massive insecurities and became the point of many arguments. One day I went to his room in a rage and tore down each and every picture, to be told I was a ‘crazy bitch’. Also, one time on holiday, we went to get a magazine for the flight. He got Nuts. (Not The Sun I know) I remember sitting in our room one night whilst he was out, looking it and crying for about an hour.
My second, and current boyfriend, although not The Sun again, used to collect lads mags at the start of our relationship. He has stopped now, knowing my hatred for them. But the damage was already done. I felt awful.
Page 3 had started it all, and now I felt nothing but hatred and anger for everything related. I wanted to be good enough to feature in these magazines, but I didn’t want to actually be in them, just be good enough. I felt depressed, I would randomly burst into tears, for no reason other than I hated myself. I hated the system, of everything around me always being for the men, despite how terrible it always made me feel.
I went to several counselling sessions and talked about this. I hated my body, I hated everyone. The models, the men who looked at it, the shop owners, everyone. I thought I was wrong, I really was a ‘crazy bitch’. All this was normal wasn’t it? It had been like this since I was a kid? I couldn’t see a way out of feeling this way, there was nothing I could do, this is just how it was, and I should just get used to it. But I couldn’t!
It wasn’t until my counsellor told me some words that changed my life. “Maybe you’re not wrong. How you’re feeling, maybe it isn’t wrong.” She encouraged me to look for people who thought the same, and share how I was feeling so I could make sense of it all. I found feminism. I found the No More Page 3 campaign.
And I haven’t had to go back to counselling since. That was just over a year ago. I still feel insecure sometimes and get upset, but not on the level I used to. I can see The Suns Page 3, and instead of wanting to burst into tears, I now want to stand up and tell everyone “NO MORE PAGE 3!” (I don’t mind you, might get some stares. But I do march around in my NMP3 t-shirt starting conversations with friends and family.)
So Thank You, all of you, for letting me know I’m not alone, and that there IS something we do about it.
Dana, 22

Last month (i.e. mid 2013) I was shopping my local Marks & Spencer food hall, and I noticed an old man standing absolutely still in the middle of an aisle, staring fixedly at a big photograph of a topless woman.  My first instinct was shock at how brazen he was being, looking at porn in the middle of a family supermarket, and thought he must be deranged and therefore a possible danger to the public.  I looked around for a security guard to raise the alarm.  I then realised that the old man was looking at page 3 of the Sun, next to the newspaper stand where the Sun was on sale.  He was looking at a product that Marks & Spencer had chosen to put on sale alongside everything else in the food hall.  So I didn’t bother complaining – I didn’t think that the store would have done anything about it.  If I saw it again I think I’ll complain, but it takes more courage, spontaneity and energy than I normally have on a Saturday morning supermarket run so I’ll have to work my way up to it.  And until then I’ll just carry on feeling slightly nervous and ashamed every time I go past the newspaper stand in Marks & Spencer.

Mary Ann, Kent

In the 1980s I worked in a government office in an open plan large room. I was in a team of about eight people, a mixture of males and females. My team was led by a man. This man was blatantly sexist and was always moaning about “bloody women” etc. He thought it would be a good idea to put up a Page 3 calendar by his desk – on the wall – clearly showing to the entire office. If we complained, he said it was his “right” to have what he liked by his desk. I found it offensive and intimidating. It felt like he was trying to put us women in our place – by showing us as naked and available. At the turning of the page at the start of the month he would comment loudly and openly on the woman’s breasts and often say that us ladies could aspire to that. He also put up a calendar in the store room downstairs. I never had the courage then to remove the calendar in the office (I would now) but I was only 19/20 then, but every time I went to the store room I would take the calendar down and hide it.

What’s so bad about page 3?

Critics of the campaign against page 3 often assume that campaigners are motivated by unfounded concerns for the models’ welfare. A recent quote in the Sun from one of their  models said that “I wish my critics could follow me around for a day and see how empowered I am.”

But I don’t care how the models feel about themselves during page 3 photoshoots and while going about their day to day lives. It’s none of my business. What I do care about is where the topless photos of them are published, and what that means.

Page 3 photos enable and encourage harassment of women and girls

Because they are in a newspaper, the pictures can be looked at in public. They can be bought by children, looked at in front of children, and commented on, discussed and brandished about with impunity by adults and by children on public transport and in other public places. On a bus or train people generally have little or no choice about who they sit next to, when they need to get on or off, and absolutely no control over what other people might be reading or might decide is an acceptable topic of conversation with a stranger. “If you don’t like it, don’t buy it” does not apply. And whether or not the page 3 models feel personally empowered by their jobs could not be less relevant. I hope that the stories collected on this website will make it clear how common this harassment is and how seriously it affects people.

Page 3 photos and the page 3 brand tell young female readers that a brief career of taking their clothes off for money is the best they can hope for

This message is spelled out as well as implied. The Sun has held a “Page 3 Idol” competition every year since 2002. This year’s contestants were quoted in the paper saying “Winning Page 3 Idol is the pinnacle of any girl’s modelling career” and “It would mean everything to win.” Page 3 models are courted by numerous charities, who should know better, and even by David Cameron, who really should know better.

The lack of other images of young women in the Sun, apart from crime victims, compounds the message. Well-meaning government initiatives about raising the aspirations of girls are completely drowned out by the way that page 3 modelling is pitched by the Sun as a prestigious career and the fact that our prime minister doesn’t see any problem with it.

Page 3 photos sexualise school girls

Page 3 idol contestants are quoted saying things like “It’s been my dream forever to be on page 3” and “I’ve wanted to be on page 3 since I was 11”. The Sun no longer includes pictures of the models as primary school-aged children next to their topless shots in school uniform like it did in the 80s but these quotes from contestants are still, if more subtly, introducing the idea of them as children in this context. And this election video from 2011 shows that the Sun can’t quite manage to leave the schoolgirl associations with page 3 in the bin of historical shame where they belong.  I find it hard to understand the editorial decision to launch a campaign against child pornography while continuing to promote glamour modelling as a career for 11-year-olds to aspire to.

Page 3 photos damage body confidence of women and girls

The Sun likes to tell us that their page 3 models are a healthy body weight and that they take a range of dress sizes from 8 to 14. And that this makes them much better, healthier and more natural role models for young girls than, for example, fashion models.

But the breasts of page 3 models are so uniform in shape that their proportions have been turned into a formula by plastic surgeon Patrick Mallucci. A formula which gets used to slice open and remake the breasts of other women into copies of page 3-shaped breasts. Natural beauty comes in many forms, but not on page 3. Pubescent and prepubescent girls waste time and energy worrying whether their breasts are or will be the correct shape and size, time and energy which should be spent enjoying their bodies and daydreaming about the future. More than this, it teaches teenage girls that their bodies exist for other people to look at and to judge rather than for them to use to achieve things, just as their male classmates are becoming noticeably bigger and stronger than them. This is a double hit – girls lose the sense of ownership over their own bodies at around the same time as they can be physically overpowered by their male classmates.  No wonder sexual bullying is now so common in our schools. Even if you don’t care about the individuals being undermined by this widely accepted “British institution”, the economic cost to the UK of disempowering half the population while they are still at school must be huge.

Page 3 blights our country. It enables and encourages harassment, destroys confidence and limits the horizons of women and girls. I hope that the collective power of the stories recorded on this website will help people to understand how badly we as a country need to move on from this national embarrassment.

If you haven’t already done so, please sign the petition.

Sarah Jones

When I was in my teens, my sister and I would often get the bus into Brighton – a thirty minute journey, sometimes alone, sometimes together. We lived opposite a man who was a neighbourly acquaintance of my dad and mum. Occasionally if my sister or I were travelling on the bus by ourselves, he would sit next to us and talk. The bus used to pass by a ladies underwear shop and he would make comments to us, such as “do you wear a bra yet?” or “do you like those knickers?”. Of course we would just ignore him, but it was creepy and we would always try to avoid him. The final straw for me came one day when I was alone on the bus sitting upstairs – he sat next to me and opened out the Sun to Page 3. He asked me what I thought of her. Did I want to be a model like that? I was 14 at the time. I was so upset and disgusted I couldn’t speak. I told my parents about it and they were shocked, but of course, in those days (the mid seventies) people didn’t report stuff like that. A few months later when my sister and I were in the car with my mum about to leave from outside our house – he came over to say hello. He seemed surprised when we blanked him.

Laura, Kent