Nadxeli Caridad

by Nadxeli Caridad

100 word Personal Narrative

In middle school there was a girl meanly nicknamed “the virginity thief”. Barely thirteen, she already had a public sexual history.

I’ve never stolen someone’s virginity. But I did give mine to a man who was obsessed with it.

Sometimes he’d accuse me of lying. “You hardly bled,” he’d argue.

I wasn’t sure how to respond other than by telling the truth. And how could I prove the existence of something after it was gone?

Maybe I should have given in, said he was right and blamed the virginity thief. Perhaps then he wouldn’t have grabbed my wrists so harshly.