As a person who used to be bullied all the time- mainly because of my arm hair- this really hits home. “Stick and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me” is the biggest load of bull shit I have ever heard. Words hurt more than any broken bones because vile words scar the mind and that… that doesn’t disappear.
I remember every taunt. Every monkey noise. Every, “Call National Geographic, tell them we found the missing link! She’s alive!” Every hairbrush, banana, razor, nut thrown at me. Every push and shove. Every person who told me nobody would love a “freak like [me].” That I didn’t deserve to be loved. I remember the faces of “friends” who made fun of me, because they felt low about themselves- “Look at how she runs!” or “You looked like a dude from behind”- and decided to pick and prod.
And I remember every sleepless, tearful night. I remember wishing it would end.
I really wish some of those people got to look at me now. I’ve traveled to most of the Eastern part of the US, Mexico, Ecuador, The Galapagos, Columbia, Guatemala, parts of Europe, South Africa, Nigeria, British Virgin Islands and the Bahamas. I’ve done research. I’m going to the top school in my state and, arguably, one of the top in the country. I’ve got a great boyfriend and fantastic friends.
I’m sorry, where does me being worthless come into play on this? Where does nobody loving me come in? That’s right. Nowhere.
To anybody who’s seriously thinking of harming themselves in any way because of bullies- don’t. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Let them see you rattle the stars and think, “Damn. Wish I could be them.” Because, I know I’m living it up far better than any of those bullies.