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My 6th grade teacher was molesting several female students and the principal knew but did nothing to protect us.At the time,(1988), my aunt Gloria was the principal at my middle school, 6th to 8th grade. My 6th grade teacher, William Sawyer, had a reputation for being called Mr. Pervert by the 7th and 8th graders. Many of the 7th and 8th grade female students who had him in 6th grade warned me and other classmates not to be alone with him and never go to his desk if he asks you to. I, along with other classmates, really weren't sure what they were talking about at the time. We learned exactly what they meant just 3 days into the school year.Without going into details, every chance Sawyer had he would be sexually inappropriate with most of the female students. Some of us had it much worse than the others. Avoiding him was not an easy feat. I knew it was happening to not just me. Even the boys knew he was doing this to the female students.I never told anyone about it. Sawyer always said that if we told ANYONE that he would make sure we failed 6th grade and he would be our teacher again next year. We never talked to each other about it even though we knew it was happening to each other.Then when I was 26 I heard on the news that Sawyer was arrested for a DUI that resulted in someone's death. I remembering telling my mom saying that should have never happened if he would have been arrested for molesting me and other classmates.She was horrified and cried and said she wishes I would have said something to her. And then she asked my aunt Gloria if she knew and my aunt's response made me sick to my stomach.Gloria said that she and the other teachers knew it and instead of reporting him to the police decided to just watch and monitor him. He still kept doing it. There was no watching him and monitoring him. I'm her niece for god's sake! She didn't protect me. She didn't even tell my mom at the time. And wouldnt have told her had my mom not asked about it .But that's the kind of agenda Gloria has always had. She does what she wants, what benefits her, what's the easy way out. I have had zero contact with her for 15 years and I will never again. She's responsible for alot of trauma that 11 year old little girl and the other 11 year old little girls endured for a whole school year. She could have stopped it the last few years before I was in 6th grade but didn't.Karma will prevail.

Audrey Hepburn, passing for “curvy,” but with most curves coming from her posture. In the 1960’s it was “Twiggy,” and of course we all knew Gilda Radner was “cute” as well as funny. All are flat chested, flat hipped, gamine women.Entirely unathletic.And I was short, too.But I was never gamine. Or elfin. Or waifish.I lived in the swimming pool when I wasn’t climbing the fence to get to school early to play on the playground before class, and I was going through puberty early with genetics that made me actually curvy.The height-weight charts labeled me obese from early childhood.Here’s a picture of me being obese when I was 8. (Not even “overfat,” but clinically obese.) (My dog undoubtedly had been napping.)You might notice that while my dimensions are larger than many 8 year olds, nothing is actually jiggly looking.Fast forward a few years, and I was asked on a date for the very first time, when out for dinner with my parents in Hawaii on vacation.A server who waited our table frequently asked my parents if they’d mind if I go out with him. My mom had the presence of mind to ask him how old he was, and how old he thought I was.He was 19.He thought I was 16.I was 11 (…and 1/3, as kids that age say).(My father did NOT have a heart attack, but frankly I don’t know how that didn’t happen.)Yes, that photo is me at age 11, and the modesty panel is not because my 2-piece is daring, but because this is the internet. This is before I even had braces put on - see my overbite? I weighed 105 in that photo at 4′11″. At age 13, I wore two cup sizes larger and weighed 113. (That’s how obsessed I was, that I remember.)So I was diagnosed against a height-weight table normed with children, but I was not physiologically a child, and on top of that, I was athletic.I remember being confused by friends who weighed 20–30 lbs less than I did. They’d change clothes and I’d see (of course, no breasts, and) soft mushy stuff with ripples on their belly. I didn’t have that.In retrospect I wonder if I was actually streamlined from the amount of time I spent in water.Somehow, no adult near me could actually look at my body and see, with their eyeballs, that I was not clinically obese.I can only imagine, compared to Twiggy and Gilda and Audrey that the adults truly believed that I was obese. Maybe, with Title IX passing in the background, they never had experience with athletic female children, and they certainly hadn’t known athletic grown women. I was the third-fastest sprinter in my school in 6th grade (girls and boys). But I couldn’t run distances similarly fast. (Obviously because, of course, I was obese - there could be no other reason.)And so I grew up believing I was obese, with all the shame that entails.When I finally became obese (age 16, clinically depressed for so many reasons) my self-image didn’t change - I was just more “bad”.And: I didn’t realize I hadn’t been obese all along until I was in my 20’s, looking back on these photos.

In school. Boys face sexism in a number of ways in school.Here is one incident which I witnessed during my school days.It was the 6th grade. There was a Maths homework to be handed in. When the class was asked about who had failed to complete the homework, there were 4 people: 3 guys and a girl.The teacher screamed: Get out of my class! The girl burst into tears.When everybody began walking out, the teacher called the girl, and said the following words: “I think this is the first time you have failed to complete the homework. You can go and sit back in your place”.I was stunned on seeing this. Of the 3 guys who were sent out, one was my friend and he later told me that it was his first time not completing the homework as well.This made the guys hate the teacher, and to some extent the girl. Just an example of how a simple incident can result in strong feelings.