"Live life to is fullest." "You are beautiful just the way you are, so be you." "Don't let others judge your exterior, you are not a book's cover." All of these quotes above; plenty of people had told me them. My parents, my sibling--relatives...many had tried to instill a sense of encouragement or self-confidence inside of me. But most of them had only tried to help me by using words, not actions. And words cannot simply speak for their actions. Though gradually, I slowly learned to stand tall with my head held high and not let others navigate my brain. But along with supporters, there will always have to be haters: "Look, do us a favor and get rid of yourself--literally, please." "Argh, look at you! Can't you ever be more feminine like?" "How can a person like you ever be social, make friends? The only friends you probably have are books!" I swear I am not suicidal, and I swear to never commit something like that. But this doesn't mean that I've enjoyed living the life I'm living. I know I should be grateful--and I am, for the most part. I'm a bullied, I definitely don't enjoy being bullied, and I certainly don't like being abused any more than I like being bullied. Who even does? Plus, isn't being bullied similar to being abused? Then again, it's my life after all. And like some might say: I just got to live life (as it flashes right in front of my eyes) to its very fullest, and even dare to venture into the vast unknown.
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