April 17, 1999
Nothing matters, when you think about it.
In the long run, no one cares.
All your problems are irrelevant:
The whos, the whats, the wheres.
Doesn't matter where you spend your life,
Or what you say and do.
The only thing that counts is
If you're happy when you're through. - Me
In health class, we're learning about reproduction. It's weird to hear the boys say things like, "woman," "menstruation," and "breast," because we're not allowed to use slang terms.
My legs feel really smooth because I just shaved them. I'm glad I'm a girl because I get to shave my legs, have big boobs, and complain about PMS. [Er... "get to" shave my legs?! And what about not having PMS in the first place, that would be nice.]
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The UnSlut Project
Non-FictionI was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a...
