Well, Bully for You

One of the bloggers in my Facebook newsfeed posted a story of how she was bullied in school and encouraged others to post their stories. I think it’s very brave of her to do this, but honestly I can’t really read the stories because they just KILL me.

I was very shy and quiet when I was younger, which apparently came across to some people as me being a super snob. Because of this and who knows what else, I was bullied in middle school. One girl in particular was just horrible to me and one of her little tricks still lives in my head all these years later. I was also really close friends with a boy who was bullied for being gay. This was before he came out, of course, but classmates still latched on to his differentness and made him miserable. I won’t lie and say that I’ve forgiven everyone involved bullying us and other friends. Unfortunately, that is something that I still carry around with me.

A piece of me wishes nothing but pain and unhappiness (and ugliness and fatness…) on those people who made us miserable. A much bigger part of me hopes that they’ve learned from their mistakes. If I have to carry the memories around in my head, it is only fair that they get to carry around their guilt.

Over the years, I’ve grown confidence and a thicker skin. After being hazed at my last job, you kind of have to figure out a way to deflect the mean in the world.

I am a quiet girl no more.

Now, I don’t put up with much. And I pity the fool who messes with me or my loved ones.

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6 thoughts on “Well, Bully for You”

  1. Unfortunately, if you’re not the bully then you’re the one getting bullied. I remember when I was young and I was bullied too. It was just so unfair. People just walk by me and curse at me. There was this one girl who was just evil. She just sought out how to make me hurt the most. It is and still is painful. She probably doesn’t even remember or maybe she does but I steer clear of her.

    Although I have a thicker skin now…but it’s still emotional. I think I’m just like that. Hopefully when we have kids they’ll be more like their father…no so sensitive as I was. Luckily I had a girl that stood up for me and even got punched for me. Such a sweet girl.

    I think although I had a bad time…I think that bullying nowadays is even worse with internet stalking, Facebook and Twitter. I’m glad I didn’t grow up in this age…I don’t think I would have made it. I even committed suicide twice. *sigh*

    I’m just thankful that I’m alive today. Thanks for sharing your story. Maybe one day I’ll be strong just like you! xoxo

    1. Chewy, I’m so sorry to hear about your terrible experience with bullying. I’m so glad that you were able to find your way out the other side. I do agree that it is even harder now with the added extreme of the internet and social media. I just hope that with all the additional education on bullying that parents are more involved to nip that crap in the bud.

  2. I was not a bully, nor was I bullied especially. I’m sure I did things that weren’t the greatest and had some rough patches with girls not liking me, but as far as I can recall nothing major in my world. That’s not to say, however, that I’m not thankful every day of my life that facebook wasn’t invented when I was a tween-teen. It’s bad enough as an adult sometimes.

    1. Oh my gosh, you poor girl. Who knows what goes through our minds when we’re kids. I remember taking my mom’s razor and shaving a bare spot on my arm because my dad teased me about having furry arms. Yup, just one bare streak in the middle.

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