Your UnSlut Project

Submitted by @bubbleshiip

In fifth grade, I didn't like all the girls in my class. Seriously, I hated the way they talked about popularity and other crap, so instead I became friends with this one boy. We actually became pretty close during school, laughing about how dumb the other girls were. Of course, since we were in fifth grade, rumors started spreading that we were in love. We laughed those off as well.

Throughout that time, those girls would laugh and say stuff like, "Why do you wear such ugly clothes?" and whatever else. So instead I talked to them about fashion labels and designers my mom had told me about, but they hadn't heard of half of them. How could they tell me my clothes were ugly when they didn't even know what high fashion was?! I wasn't a tomboy or anything, in fact my favorite shows were Project Runway and America's Next Top Model. I dressed a bit eccentric, copying whatever I saw on fashion week.

Anyway, one day, one of the girls invited me over to her house. A bunch of the girls were getting makeovers and they wanted me to come with them. On that day, they actually started liking me. I showed them all my fashion knowledge and this time they listened and told me it was cool. But still they wouldn't leave me alone about my guy friend. "You guys are soooo in love!" "Christina told me she saw you two kiss!" "Sit with us instead. You know, so people don't call you a slut."

Being the dumb fifth grader I was, I stopped talking to him and instead started hanging out with those girls. I never even thought of him that much until a couple years later (I had moved a lot of schools in a couple years and was now in Europe), and I still regret being an absolute bitch. Those girls weren't even that great friends, they were puppies of whoever was the most popular at the time. The moral to this story: I lost a great friend to peer pressure and the temptation to be popular (which I wasn't even really. The only people who thought those girls were popular were themselves). That's my story.