All my life I’ve been bullied, whether for my style, my hair, my religion, or my weight… It started when I moved to a different school.. in 1st grade.. I was made fun of for my individual name.. and the fact I wasn’t able to afford clothing that actually fit decently. It got worse the more I moved away from it.. in 2nd grade.. I was also bullied for my name.. but also because of my weight.. I’ve always been kinda chubby. I dealt with it though, letting the people who bullied me know I didn’t care what they thought.. but I cared so much.. I stopped eating.. I stopped going by my first name and going by my middle name. I didn’t stop this after I left in 4th grade..When I left I came to Florida away from my home in North Carolina. The school I went to actually accepted me besides some preps but it wasn’t as bad.. I left that school though.. Sadly, and I started my fifth grade year at a different school… My inspiration to live by then was music and singing.. I had attempted suicide more then 7 times.. and constantly cut my thighs..When I started school..
I had already began to be bullied.. within my first week at my new school I had already been beaten up… and in the hospital.. I couldn’t stand it… Within my year there I had already attempted suicide about 13 times… It hurt, But I felt a sense of relief… I’m almost in 9th grade now.. and I’m still being bullied for my religious views.. and my style.. Now I’m here… so far from that time and I’m called a witch.. wh*re, sl*t, ect. But I have come to accept myself.. But because of the friends I have gathered within my long time of stress and depression… And they have let me know I’m unique.. Not a freak.
~(written by)Willow Jade Jackson, now 9th Grader
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