My bullying story

When I was in elementary school, I was a very happy and outgoing kid and had lots of friends. But when I started secondary school, some older kids started to bully and tease me. All my friends from elementary school left me because they didn’t want to be seen with me. At my school, everything was all about money and clothes. I had huge glasses and I was really ugly and everyone laughed at me. Then a boy (he was in 8th grade I think) started to follow me around. He called me names, took my stuff and made up rumors about me. One day he and his friends beat me up on the bus. No one wanted to be friends with me anymore. The n I became friends with two girls in my class. They started making up rumors about me. Everyone kept telling me what a bad person I was. In 6th grade, the bullying got even worse. Everyone said I was ugly and I should just kill myself. In 7th grade my mom made me attend afternoon classes (full-time school was voluntary at my school). The kids in afternoon class started bullying me, too. They followed me around and took photos of me in the bathroom to send them to the whole school. When I got home from school, I would go to my room and cry all evening. I never talked to anyone. My grades dropped and my teachers started to talk to my parents. They told them I was lazy and refused to participate. They knew I was bullied but they never did anything to stop it. Everyone hated me and I didn’t have a single friend. I just want to tell everyone who is going through the same: It gets better. I know it’s really hard, and you might feel like giving up sometimes, but you have to be yourself and stay confident. Don’t let them get to you. I know you’re suffering, but at some point you’ll be proud of yourself for all that you’ve been through. And if anyone judges you, it is their own problem. Those people have no idea what you’ve been through. They probably couldn’t even take it. But you had to take it. And you’re still here going on with your life.And that’s why you can be proud of yourself.