I was surfing through Instagram one day and I saw an instagram post that asked the following question: ‘Ladies, what’s the most thing that has happened to you when you turned a guy down? Please be open and honest’ Okay, here’s some honestly to this question. Fifteen years ago, I was a sophomore in high school, honor-roll student, carefree, and social. I just finished taking one of my regents exam and I was on my way home. While I was on the phone with my dad when I heard someone yell out ‘HOOOOOOOOOOOE’ in my direction. When I looked around and I didn’t see anyone. I get on the train and I see people that I don’t even know start commenting on my clothing, accessories. When I got home, I just shrug it off to enjoy my big screen TV. A few weeks later, I start getting harassed by one of my classmates, all because I turned her male friend down. It would start off with her saying ‘I don’t like her, she think she cute, ugly-ass pants, ugly-ass hair” in every class I had with her. Then it would start off with her talking about the way I eat. She would recruit people that I don’t even know to stalk me in between classes. It didn’t stop in the hallways. It would follow me home. They would call me ho, slut, bitch, crack bitch, hungry ass bitch. They started a rumor campaign that I was gay (I was talking to one of my friends when I was entering the elevator). I felt isolated, depressed, withdrawn. I suspected that someone in the neighborhood was watching me. When I was changing into my clothes, when I heard someone say ‘No one want to see you in your undies’. They spread rumors that I was in love with my own family members (I’m 15 years old, watching TV in the comfort of my home) Then again, when I returned from the bathroom, I heard someone say ‘Her ugly-ass pants’. They spent an hour sitting on the adjacent stoop yelling obscenities and talking about me, Then, they started saying ‘I’ll gonna kill you’, threatening to rape me. I felt helpless because I didn’t have anyone to confide in or talk to. Although there was a teacher who saw what was going on, I was afraid to reach out to her for help. I wish I did and all of this bullshit would have been dead. I finally mustered up the courage to tell someone - about the bullying in school, then the stalking. Instead of support, I was faced with denial. The dean told me that the girl denied it and someone else that I thought was involved turned out to be innocent (Which was true and I didn’t know her). My parents didn’t believe that I was being stalked. They thought that it was all in my mind, that i was imagining things, all because of what I was going through in school. Things got worse. I started being called a crazy bum, ugly-ass faggot. When I told my dean about it, she said that the girl was absent. That was the confirmation that I had a stalker. They even stalked me when I was taking my end-of-year exams. They would sit across from the room where I was taking the test and yelling obscenities. The last day of school, I attempted suicide. Thank God my parents stopped me from going through with it. I switched schools, dealt with an asshole psychiatrist who told me that I would drop out of high school if I did not take the antidepressants that he prescribed me. Flash forward to today: He can go to hell because I graduated from high school with honors, graduated college, got my masters six months ago, have a fabulous job with a lucrative salary, and currently working on my second masters. As for the bums that made my teen years a living hell, they ain’t shit respectfully. I’m surrounded by people who love me unconditionally, I carry a stun gun on me at all times. I’ve been kickboxing for five years. I’m SELECTIVELY and VERY MINDFUL of who I share my spirit with. I will NEVER feel guilty for LIVING MY LIFE TO THE FULLEST. EVER. IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT, THEN YOU CAN GO TO HELL RESPECTFULLY.