My First Memory

The earliest I remember being bullied was in the sixth grade. Every day was like a living hell for me because I knew that people were going to make fun of me. As I got older things got worse. I didn't learn to stand up for myself until I was way older and how I wish I would have learned sooner.

The worst time was in high school, because of course school is hard enough already. With all those raging hormones and trying to find ourselves we don't need a bully on top of it. I eventually became loud and mean. The littlest things would set me off and I would get in anyone's face. Didn't matter if you were my friend or not. You didn't cross me in high school.

I have come to realize that the kids who bullied me had issues with themselves. And the only way to make themselves feel better was to treat me like crap. I wish I could go back and tell myself that I would grow up and be okay. That they aren't worth being so angry over. But I can't all I can do is make sure any kids I know personally, learn how to stand up for themselves.
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Sep 25, 2012