Stronger Than What You Think

 Hi there!! My name is Hope. Weird name i guess ha ha. Anyways i'm going to tell you a little about myself. Well i LOVE to read,listen to music,watch movies,and have a good time with friends! :) i don't like players,whores/sluts,wanna be people,people who judge you without knowing you,and BULLIES!! Oh almost forgot one little detail.. i'm bisexual and happy:) Well i'm going to tell you my story....

            So i live in Houston Texas. i go to a middle school(which sucks ass) -_- On the bright side i got one really close friend named Jay. i tell her everything that happens, and shes always there for me even when no one is... we have grown really close throughout the years.... I honestly was really scared to tell her that i was bisexual....,but i finally grew some balls and told her... guess what? she was cool with it, and so far nothings different which i really appreciate. she is really like my sister. i already told some of my friends, and well they are cool with it too which makes me really happy that I'm accepted :) i come from a really religious family... my dads side is christian, and my moms is catholic... so my mom came from work one day, and told me to go to her room..

            i went to her room and well showed me a picture of two transgender guys...i stayed really quiet...she told me that....well that those guys are really ugly.... shes like that's not something that God made..... i wanted to punch a wall so fucking bad, because (i honestly didn't know that I'm really bisexual at the time) i hated people that judge Lesbian,Gay,Bisexual,Transgender people... i honestly was bullied.....the first time that i was bullied was in PRE-K!! i was just 4 years old and didn't know why those two boys always picked on me...I'm a chubby person.. i kept telling the teachers but guess what...THEY DIDN'T DO SHIT!!! i would always go home crying...,and my mom would ask me whats wrong and i would say.... these two boys always pull my hair(i had really long hair back then) kick me and call my ugly names...

             i cant tell you how many times my mom would tell m "Si las maestras no hacen nada... pues pegales no te dejes ensenales que tu te puedes defender.." (English: "If the teachers don't do anything about it...then hit them back, and show them that you can defend you self..") so the next day at recess they had stupid spray bottles n kept spraying me... that was the last fucking straw!! i went up to them, and punched on, and then kicked one where the sun don't shine....