I Was Bullied Too

You could never imagine that some of the people you see around have been bullied, you may not expect some of them to be the bullies either. Thinking back to the past you can see how a lot of things may have happens to you. Even in kindergarten you wouldn’t expect kids to be so mean, they actually can call you names and exclude you from the little girl groups. First grade you wouldn’t expect kids to slowly pull away just because you enjoy things they didn’t or to hash on you for liking some more of the boyish things, for not being able to read a certain level of book. Second grade you wouldn’t expect your classmates parents to tell their kids to stay away from you, and yet they do. They warn their kids about how you get sick too much so to stay away, keep you at arms reach. Not realizing they’re causing a young child to lose friends and that’s when they start feeling like they aren’t good enough. Third grade hits and man it seems way better. More people have been accepting. But when this group of 3 girls starts to call you names for not having clothes that are best in shape your feelings get hurt. Fourth and fifth grade must be something, I was ready to go to middle school. Why would these rumors start when you’re just in fourth and fifth grade, people being mean about your nose and how you haven’t started to grow boobs like the other girls. Spreading rumors of you having lice and liking girls. How could fourth and fifth graders think of these things. Middle school wasn’t any better. When you get picked on for the way your clothes had looked and how you aren’t able to have sleepovers. I had parents who smoked as did my grandparents and I got picked on for the way I had a lingering smell of cigarette smoke on my jackets and coats. It would hurt when your own friends, who you thought were friends would pick on you for personal things, who would judge you for how you acted and how you dressed. The bus rides to home and school were the worse for kids to pick on you and call you names. After I moved 7th grade wasn’t so bad until people tried to get me beat up. 8th grade after I dyed my hair red and the color faded to orange I got asked to make burgers for people because after all I was that Wendy’s chick. These may not seem like bad things to you, there’s more to name, deeper thing that have happened but I was still hurt and affected. Getting food thrown at you isn’t pleasant. Now a days nobody says anything, to my face that is. Being a junior in highschool I don’t let it bother me anymore. I am who I am and if you aren’t pleased with me I’m sorry but I’m not here to please you or here for entertainment. Keep your head up and don’t listen to the mean negative things anyone says. It gets better, it may not be today or tomorrow but you will find acceptance and you will find friends who are there. This life is worth fighting for. After all it is the only one you have, why not try and make it the best. Stay strong.