The Years that are a Struggle
October 19, 2018
When I was in middle school I had been slapped and called ugly and fat. I had started to feel the effects of my Dad’s passing. All of the looks I would get at school. In my sixth grade year when I had gotten slapped the principal said to me “It sounds like you were being annoying”. Him saying that made me extremely mad because did it matter I happened to be annoying does that give someone the right to slap me? Some of it stopped in 7th grade only little remarks like “ugh she is so talentless”, I was a manager for basketball not in basketball and the girls in my school had unknowingly gave me sneers and other remarks about my size (not big). Eighth grade year was pretty bad as well I had considered Anorexia due to the constant remarks but I did not become Anorexic due to the fact that I had somewhat of a support group. The thing that had gotten me through my Eighth grade year was someone I met online who had been through the same thing and at the time she was the only one who would understand without judgement. In my freshman year I had gotten more anxious with some anxiety problems due to the bullying I faced. I had developed a slight stutter when talking because of my nervousness and my friends had started to make fun of it, which hurt. My friends could barely handle my weird personality and often blew me off for people more their speed (Popular). The bullying had stopped except for the teasing from my friends. The end of my freshman year was the hardest a guy had called me and my friend fat, we went to our Physical Education Coach and he had told our principal. The guy who said “You need to be on weight watchers” said we had insulted him which was not true it was one sided. It was two against one and the principal said “He is going to bring *enter name* in”. The guy he wanted to bring in was not around us but on the opposite team kicking at the time he said that. Out of all of my years getting bullied this year is the worst. I am not fully over my Grandma’s death, my friend had told me she was going to kill herself then did not talk to me for a week because she was mad that I told my counselor, my dad’s death is affecting me a lot more than other years, and the homework is a lot. All of this stress is extremely hard to deal with and I don’t know how I am making it through although I am. If you see this I hope you do not go through the same thing I am and if you do I am extremely sorry for you and there is always someone to talk to.