When I started nursery, it was a different matter. I felt like the odd one out from day one. I was a lot bigger than the other children, so kids noticed, making remarks “which,” I never fully understood, but it did make me feel uncomfortable, feeling somewhat out of place; however, nothing I did to try to fit in made one bit of difference.
It never got any easier. Two years passed; I was hoping things would be easier, In fact, it was worse; the torment and bullying started the very first week. I started to believe the things they were saying, like “Go back to fat land” Was there such a place? Would I be accepted there?
They would trip me, bursting out laughing with their friends, jeering, making comments like "It won't hurt you; you will just bounce or roll." Where did kids learn such nasty things. …show more content…
It's just cruel. I was becoming more and more withdrawn, spending time in teachers’ rooms or in the toilet.
I never ate at school either, god forbid the reactions or comments I would get. I never made any friends, nor did I want to. I really think it was for the best, no matter how much it pained me to be so alone.
I spent the first six years of my life alone, hating who I once thought I was, not believing a word my parents said when they complimented me.
I suppose as time went on I started growing a thick skin, I started not giving a hoo hah what other people thought of me; maybe that was the best way, the way others behaved. Maybe it would also work for me. "Gracie, are you nearly ready? It's 8:45. You got 40 minutes and we got to get
It never got any easier. Two years passed; I was hoping things would be easier, In fact, it was worse; the torment and bullying started the very first week. I started to believe the things they were saying, like “Go back to fat land” Was there such a place? Would I be accepted there?
They would trip me, bursting out laughing with their friends, jeering, making comments like "It won't hurt you; you will just bounce or roll." Where did kids learn such nasty things. …show more content…
It's just cruel. I was becoming more and more withdrawn, spending time in teachers’ rooms or in the toilet.
I never ate at school either, god forbid the reactions or comments I would get. I never made any friends, nor did I want to. I really think it was for the best, no matter how much it pained me to be so alone.
I spent the first six years of my life alone, hating who I once thought I was, not believing a word my parents said when they complimented me.
I suppose as time went on I started growing a thick skin, I started not giving a hoo hah what other people thought of me; maybe that was the best way, the way others behaved. Maybe it would also work for me. "Gracie, are you nearly ready? It's 8:45. You got 40 minutes and we got to get