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Former 6th Grade ‘Slut’ Fashions Her Diary Entries Into Admirable Anti-Slut-Shaming Project

Maybe the movers had sold it to a pawn shop, where it would be sold to someone else who could give it as a gift. By that time, it might have some scratches on it like the jewelry in Mrs. Once again, I was just an anonymous whale. Suddenly, I pictured Mrs. Embarrassed, I broke eye contact with her Grade slut looked down at my sweaty, clasped hands. The male gym Grade slut had chosen the next index card. He, too, neglected to look over the written question before reading it aloud: Almost two decades later, I discovered my middle school diaries, which I had begun keeping just months after that awful Puberty Program.

And I decided to share them with the world in my upcoming book, UnSlut: A Diary and a Memoir. Beyond sharing my own story, I started the UnSlut Project to amplify the voices of women all over the world who have survived slut-shaming in various ways throughout their lives. Through sharing these experiences, the project reaches girls who need to know they are not alone and that they, too, can overcome sexual bullying. I like to imagine that in multipurpose rooms in schools all around the world, anonymous whales are transforming into confident, hopeful, powerful young women. Up next after the break: She was sitting on Ricky Sutherland's hand. We were grossed out and fascinated.

I went home and practiced sitting on my hand. It didn't seem worth it, somehow. Ricky Sutherland went around talking like having a girl sit on his hand meant he wasn't a virgin anymore. For half the day I joined Mrs. Mackenzie's grade six class. Sometimes I was in love with Mrs.

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Mackenzie would give my shoulders a hard squeeze. The grade sixes were so different from the kids I knew. I hardly said anything when I was around them. Mostly they talked about making out on the senior playground equipment -- dedicated to the memory of two classmates run over by a chicken-licken delivery truck. It was so sad. I remember the day they dedicated the playground equipment: Our principal wondered why no one wanted to play there much. Grade five girls would pin boys down on the baseball diamond and French kiss them.