When I was in high school, I was called a slut. Also a whore. I was tripped in the hallway and the stairwell. I wore skirts. I was a virgin. I never dated anyone. I don’t know why I was called a slut or a whore. I don’t know why I was tripped. I don’t know why teachers didn’t stop it. I don’t know why teachers didn’t say “don’t call people names” when students called me a slut or a whore in their own classroom. Maybe I was called these names because of the way I dressed. I don’t know why it happened. I don’t know why those girls and boys called me those names or tripped me when they didn’t even know who I was. It’s still confusing to me today.
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kwetoday 
You are not alone. I knew some people who got the same treatment–well, not so much the physical stuff, but the being called names. And most of them weren't actually slutty. Some of them dressed a certain way, but not all of them– most of them were people that guys wanted to sleep with and girls hated because guys wanted them. I wasn't one of them, but I watched it happen and felt bad for them. I think it all came down to jealousy.
I hate jealousy! PS. Thanks for reading.