The hate I had for myself was great. I hate to see myself in the mirror. I disgust myself because how do I explain this incidence to myself? I had myself to battle with. The hate now is not on the person who raped me. He was even the least of my problems. I was just too gullible to be raped twice in two years. I hate to see myself in the mirror. I felt ugly and stupid. All I was seeing in the mirror was a stupid girl and nothing more. I was like that for months, and I didn't want to associate with anyone. I kept my distance from everyone as much as I could. Four months after the incident, I was on my way to church when I saw him. He packed and said he wanted to give me a ride. I told him no, that I was fine, and he said I know you don't want me to have you once more, and I want to do that as much as I can. I burst into tears immediately because it reminded me of the first idiot. I hated myself more, and I could only see myself as a subject of pleasure. The view of myself pl...
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