I was so focused on whether or not other people thought I was a slut that everything else came in second.

In 10th grade four girls all beat me up at the same time because of a boy. Apparently, he liked me because I was nothing but a slut. This torment went on for most of the year with them calling me names. Every time I would wear anything they considered "slutty" they would taunt me to the point that I would go home crying. By the end of the year I was so ashamed of myself and worried about being a slut that I started skipping school and my classwork stopped being important. I was so focused on whether or not other people thought I was a slut that everything else came in second. I have tons of stories about this. I try to write about them honestly on my blog, and I find that I still struggle with this self image. - Rhonda Hartman