Some of you may actually see this, who knows. Maybe you’ve gotten rid of those thoughts in the past. They’re just little things in school that happened when you were young that didn’t make the cut in being lasting memories. Unfortunately, I am unable to say the same. I wish that I was able to say being bullied didn’t make the cut. I wish I could say that those harsh words didn’t make a lasting impression on me throughout my life. Whether it was elementary, middle, or high school…you each made it in my brain as a memory not to be forgotten. As much as I wish I could forget as easily as people may think I should, it doesn’t work that way.
I remember each time I walk by a group of people and they’re giggling.
I remember each time that I look in the mirror at my body.
I remember each time I suddenly get defensive when I think my stuff is about to be taken.
I remember each time I try to love myself but I just…can’t.
But just know, you bringing such lasting bad memories didn’t bring all bad to my life…whether that was your goal or not. These memories may have helped in tearing me down , but they also aided in building me up. They formed me in to the fighter I am today, and I don’t mean physically.
I’m stronger now because of it.
I have a voice now that I didn’t have before.
I’m ready for any bullets that could be thrown my way and I’m prepared to throw them right back.
So dear old bullies although you may have brushed off your ways of the past, the memories of mine are what made me able to form what I might’ve never formed without these experiences..