I was first bullied in 6th grade I had 3 best friends who helped me through a lot of it. In 6th grade I tried my hardest to fit in wear "trendy clothes" make sure my hair was done every day. Through all my effort it did not cover up the fact that I was bigger then most of my peers and wore glasses.
My friends started hanging around boys and the boys would flirt with all of my friends but me, which I didn't mind. Later on I wondered if it was because I wasn't pretty enough. One of the boys began to call me names like "ugly, chubby" or things of that sort and it made me feel disgusting.
I began to realize I was no where near as pretty as my friends, and that boy constantly reminded me that I was not pretty enough. Later on I was allowed to wear makeup and so I covered my face in it, wishing to beautiful.
In 7th grade things got better, I made more friends learned to not deal with what was being dealt. In 9th grade things went down hill. My father figure died after an accident at work. I began to loose hope and was looking for any support system, thats when a boy came into my life.
I only had boys that were friends never a boy friend. He was my support system for awhile. Other girls began to bully me for being with him saying things such as"I'm prettier then you, I don't know why he'd choose you" "why would he choose to be with a girl with such a flat chest".
They'd even go out of their way to tell him how I wasn't good enough. I think once you get told something enough you start to believe it, because thats exactly what happened he believed I was not good enough.
He began to say things to intentionally hurt me such as "god I wish I would have chosen her", "well aren't you a chunky monkey". Then he began to flirt with other girls infront of me, he'd show me his "sexts" to other girls. I didn't know what to do I didn't want to leave because I felt so alone.
He began to tell me he wished he was single but I needed him and he couldn't "hurt me like that". After awhile I grew more and more sick of it. I was feeling suicidal and I needed to feel okay. I tried to talk to my friends but he would not allow me to hangout or talk to anyone but him, I just wanted my friends.
So one day he came over and he was being rude, I began to cry after awhile, thats when he laughed. I knew right then that this was enough. I told him to leave, he just kinda laughed. The next week I was able to hangout with my best friends without feeling like I'd be bullied after for doing so.
I will never forget how amazing it felt to say good bye, because sometimes holding on hurts you more. After that I never was that dependent on a person, I had me and good friends to help.
I now am graduated and happy, I have off days but in the end life gets better. Every day I feel a little bit better about myself and I'm glad. Thank you for reading my story lots of love.❤
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Non-FictionBullying is a very serious issue that effects the lives of many. I hope that by many of us sharing our personal stories, it will not only help victims realize that they are not alone, but also help bullies realize how strongly their actions and word...