“You’re ugly, you should go kill yourself”
I was 14, and in the May of that year, my abuser had been arrested and jailed as I had finally disclosed what happened to me to the school. I remember sitting in my year nine math class and the boy in front of me telling me that I was ugly and should kill myself. Maybe it was some kind of sick joke. But I remember it clear as day because he’d hit a nerve - deep down I believed him. I started self harming this same year after being dumped. It was one of the hardest years of my
