Sticks And StonesThe bullying started when I was about nine years old. I had an over-bite, and I was different from the other kids. I was artsy, and a little strange. The kids called me " squirrel girl" among other names. They said I was dirty, they said I was grimy. I will admit, I got a lot of my clothes from second hand stores, because after 9/11.. my family lost our house, we lost everything. Second hand stores were the only way we could keep clothes on our backs. I remember in middle school, we would take the bus with high schoolers, and I would sit on the bus with my walk man playing. I turned it down low enough to hear the other kids on the bus saying " I can see the bugs crawling through her hair" I couldn't walk down the bus aisles without being tripped, or laughed at. I didn't know what I had done wrong. Why these children were so mean to me. As I have gotten older, I have learned that children just don't like change. They don't know how to deal with it, and so they pick on the new girl, the weakest link. Names were one thing, I spent years being called names. But as they say, " Sticks and Stones will break my bones but names will never hurt me." It was when the physical bullying began. I couldn't even go to the bathroom without worrying that I would run into someone who would shove me around in there. The other kids spat on my pride. They told me I couldn't do anything. I tried my hand in the school orchestra playing violin. The kids would hide my resin, and my bow. They would tell me I couldn't play. Eventually, I gave that up. I tried my hand at choir, they bullied me out of there. I couldn't join clubs, as badly as I wanted to, because I knew people would be in those clubs that hated me. Their reasons were unjust. I was bullied because I was different. Because I was new. The bullying became so bad, that I was moved schools. I ended 8th grade at that middle school and started Freshman year in a new place, at a new high school. High school was not nearly as bad as middle or elementary school. I was bullied a bit, called names like " freak" and such. But I was never physically bullied there. Being bullied really weighs on a childs confidence. I am grown now, and I still have a hard time fitting in with other adults. I have trust issues. This story is short compared to what I endured. I am too scared to start college. Being bullied can ruin a person. But, what's important is that I survived it, and I forgive those who bullied me. Bullying is a serious issue, if you are being bullied, tell an adult, a teacher, SOMEONE. I didn't, and it really messed me up. It made me think I can be walked all over, that it's okay for people to take advantage of me. Remember that sticks and stones may break your bones but names will never hurt you. The scars left by names will heal. Keep your heads up, because everything will be okay.
An EP User 1 Response 1 Jan 17, 2013