I had always felt disgusting. Ever since I was molested at age eight. But once I decided I wanted to be a cheerleader my eighth grade year, a target was put on my back. Suddenly, a huge rumor about me went out. I was accused of "masturbating with a curling iron." I was made fun of everyday. When gym freshman year started, people would go so far just to yell curling iron at me in the hallways and act like if they got close to me that I would give them my ungodly germs. Things got better. The beginning of my sophomore year I went almost two months without someone yelling at me and calling me curling iron. Just as I was starting to think that it had gone away, it came back. Once again, I was curling iron. Everyone laughed at me in the halls. Some girls would always yell "I'm going to curl my hair tonight!" at me. Then December hit. I was in my schools showchoir. We wall were about to warm up when a girl was making fun of me. I tried to get the attention on the director but I was ignored. I ran off stage crying. I talked to a few girls in my choir and they told me to go and tell our director. I told him and he told me to get cleaned up and then go to usher. When I went back to the one person restroom in my choirs dressing room, two of the girls who were making fun of me where there. I was yelled at for telling on them and cornered. I yelled at them to get at but I just got responses that I wasn't going to do anything. I tried to push my way between them to get to the door, but I was pushed back into a corner. I felt like I had no other chance but to hit. I swung my arm and hit one of the girls twice in the face. I was then escorted out of the school without being able to change out of my choir dress or grab my belonging. I wasn't even given time to assure I had a ride.
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