Boys that hardly know me think I’m a whore. But I’m not a slut or a saint, I’m a person.

I’ve never been the pretty girl of the class or even the beautiful one, but when I turned sixteen, I changed. I had boobs, I was skinny, and I had a pretty face. I started to go out, went to parties, drinking, and met boys. I was a virgin when I was 17 years old, but everybody call me a slut. Why? Just because I had a "slut face," just because I liked to dress in a sexy way. Just because they could do it. They could go out and say: do you see that girl? She's a whore. And everybody would believe it unquestioningly. At the start it doesn’t hurt. I knew that I didn’t do all the things they said. But then it changed. I liked a boy. The kind of boy that makes you feel sexy and then makes ten other girls feel sexy, too. The kind of boy that doesn’t want more than sex. I’m not blaming him. I knew that when I went with him. And I used to think that I wanted it too, because I didn't deserve more. Or if I deserved more, I'd never have it. And I had sex with him. I had sex with a boy that thought I was a slut. But I was virgin, and he never knew it. But he went out and told everybody that wanted to listen that I was "bad in bed." That I was a "rookie." Everybody still called me slut behind my back. I know what I am and what I’ll never be. But it's still happening. Boys that hardly know me think I’m a whore. But I’m not a slut or a saint, I’m a person. And nobody should expect anything from me because I have nothing to prove. I’m a person. I’m a woman. And even when they call me a slut for doing what I want to do, even when it hurts, I’m still a person. I deserve to be treated with respect and the people who don't respect me, doesn't deserve to be in my life. I'm not a slut. I don't have a "slut face." I'm a person. And I know it even when the rest of the world doesn't. - Carla