Basically in middle school I just hated myself. I compared myself to other people and I never felt good about who I was. I hated how I looked and all through elementary I got bullied for how I looked and got called fat many times. I remember in 4th grade I thought it would be cute to dress up as a bunny for Halloween... when I wore my costume to school all of these people who I thought were my friends called me a fat bunny as an insult. When I moved here in 5th grade I got made fun of for what I wore usually, and nobody liked talking to me because I was the "new kid." Middle school I made a few friends but not many. The only person I talked to all through middle school was Ashley and then kids would tease me for being friends with her because they said that she was weird.
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Over the summer before 8th grade My parents for the millionth time announced that they were getting divorced. That screwed me up and didn't make things good. Going back and fourth from my dads house and my moms house all summer was awful. They were still Separated when school started back up. Towards the end of summer I was talking to this guy in my grade and we both said some things. Well I guess he only told his friends about sexual things that I said to him and when the next school year started the whole group of guys that were his friends gave me a hard time about it at school. They would make jokes in class and one of them even said something on Instagram about it. My mom and I were not even near as close as we are now. Emotional support has never been her strong suit. I also held all of my emotions in so it many people didn't know how I felt. Constantly I would cry, even cry myself to sleep sometimes. I woke up everyday with anxiety attacks before school and complete emotional breakdowns. I thought that it would never get better. Thinking the pain would never go
Over the summer before 8th grade My parents for the millionth time announced that they were getting divorced. That screwed me up and didn't make things good. Going back and fourth from my dads house and my moms house all summer was awful. They were still Separated when school started back up. Towards the end of summer I was talking to this guy in my grade and we both said some things. Well I guess he only told his friends about sexual things that I said to him and when the next school year started the whole group of guys that were his friends gave me a hard time about it at school. They would make jokes in class and one of them even said something on Instagram about it. My mom and I were not even near as close as we are now. Emotional support has never been her strong suit. I also held all of my emotions in so it many people didn't know how I felt. Constantly I would cry, even cry myself to sleep sometimes. I woke up everyday with anxiety attacks before school and complete emotional breakdowns. I thought that it would never get better. Thinking the pain would never go