My experience with bullies started around the fifth grade. I never liked to talk to about my problems, and I went to counselling only on my moms acount but I never liked talking about my feelings because at the end of the day the consular never really did anything to stop bullies, honestly going to the consular showed them I was weak and they were able to get to my feelings, but a hop and a skip ahead to my eighth year after three years of non-stop bullying I found myself at Ridgeview Middle Schools formal (a.k.a Junior High Prom!!!) My thoughts on the formal was, I can’t stand dresses, other students make fun of me because I'm on the heavy side of the scale, but what was I supposed to do, I disliked the fact that dresses existed. Second,
