So, in fifth grade I finally got my social media because my mom let me. A lot of people didn’t like me, so they made these accounts about me. They would always message me telling me I’m fat and ugly, they would call me boyish. At school it would become physical, they would throw mud at me and trip me in the hallways. After that, I had no one to talk to, so I turned to self harm. I didn’t want to tell my mom because I was afraid of her reaction. Then she found out, and I had to go to therapy to work on myself, I finally learned that I’m not ugly or fat, I’m beautiful. I finally understood why they were saying these things. Though I did understand where they were coming from, I didn’t forgive them that easily. That is my bullying story.