I remember 6th and 7th grade so well… Sadly.. Only because those two years were where I was bullied the worst. Ever since I can remember, I’ve always been seen as the fat girl. In 6th grade I transferred to a charter school, it was a brand new school actually, It had just opened. I was overweight. It was mostly a black school and the kids accused me of lying when I told them I was part black. I remember there was this girl named Katie whom was twice my size and said she’d punch me in the face if I ever talked to her because my voice was "really annoying". There was two boys who bullied me along with her, Mikal and Marcus. Both of which always called me "fat albert" and that I should "go eat a big mac". There was also a girl whom I had made friends with just because we had the same initials. Something happened , I don’t remember, and she just HATED me. I had said something to her in class and she bit my arm, causing me to have a bruise the size of her fucking mouth. I dreaded the bus ride, I was beat up on the bus a lot. Let’s just say the principal did nothing about it and my Mom transferred me back to a normal school the next year.
It only started back up again in the middle of my 7th grade year. This was when I was on Myspace and Facebook and starting getting on social websites. There was a boy I had a HUGE crush on. Well, he didn’t like me back. I made it pretty obvious that I liked him too. There were these two girls whom hated me. (Don’t ask me why. I really didn’t know why.) Anywho, they called me fat. They told me my crush would never want to be with me. Harassed me over Myspace. I had my hair pulled a couple times. (Can’t lie, though. I pulled their hair back.) Truthfully, it was less as bad as 6th grade but this is when the words started to get to me.
I was really insecure after that. I chopped my hair short over that summer and once again, transferred to a different school. It very much so got better after that though. The bulling stopped for the most part. When I got into high school, I was never really bullied. Even one of the girls who called me names, apologized to me last year.
Even though most of the bullying stopped and I was apologized to, the comments made to me scarred me. I will always be scarred because of those kids. Words hurt and they can scar people.