Narrative Essay On Bullying Research Paper

I don 't think anyone will be particularly interested in what I have to say. These days, people my age only care about who is having sex or who is selling the best weed for the cheapest price. All I have ever cared about, though, was being skinny. That’s the sole reason my junior year of high school was hell. Not because of the SATs, not because I was worried about my grades, no one all too important had kicked the bucket, and my family life was just fine. The thing that made my junior year so terrible was the bullying I had to deal with. This bully followed me around everywhere I went. They even woke me up when I was trying to sleep a few times. I hate bullies. All of them. All sorts and types of them. Most of my friends are shrimps. Not literally, but their legs are thin, their stomachs are flat. They’ve all got these tiny skinny mini perfect shrimpy bodies. Bullies don’t bug people like that, my shrimpy friends lucked out big time. Back in about October, I decided that I wanted to be just like them, because it seemed like they lived happy, decent, beautiful, perfect lives. I cut out carbs because who needed those? Bread, forget about it. I want to say that it was by about December when I …show more content…
I owe them big time. Now I eat three meals a day and my friends make sure I do that consistently. They took care of me not expecting anything back. They still do, even. I hope that one day, I can return the favor. However, at the same time, I hope they never have an inner bully who was as big of an asshole as my old friend was. I wish I could be positive and unconcerned that my bully won’t return. But the fear of relapse remains a constant burden on my consciousness, something I will forevermore be wary of. Having said this, at this moment in time, if there is one thing I can be certain of, its that I am craving a cheeseburger and that my friends will do everything in their power to help me satisfy this