Some people are taught that bullying is not right. Picking on someone by calling them hurtful names has absolutely no beneficial or moral purpose, and nevertheless, neither does putting your hands on someone. All these acts give a bully a sense of power in the moment while the person experiencing the cruel brutality is enduring permanent damage . As the years have gone by bulling has spread through the use of the Internet. This is known as cyber bullying which allows people to taunt people at any given time of day even at a distanc e. This includes sending crude pictures, making fake pages, or tweeting slanderous messages. Cyber bullying has subsequently become the new form of bullying. It is difficult for those who haven 't experienced bullying
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They called me skinny, big foot, and nerd. I pretended to ignore them. “Boys are stupid little disgusting creatures and I don’t care about them,” I announced strong and confidently. That was a fib and I knew it. Of course their opinions mattered to me, I was a little girl and I wanted to be liked by boys just like the other girls. When my crush began to laugh at the other boys as they picked on me, I felt like digging a deep hole and burying myself in it.
The girls weren’t as bad as the boys but they made smart remarks as well. They never insulted me to my face but they stole my makeup out my book bag and acted like it was theirs, I know you wondering why do I have makeup at a young age anyway but being picked on made my self-esteem low I wanted to feel pretty. After a while I figured the girls only talked to me to copy off my work so they can have good grades and to get new stuff from me because even though I did have a big foot my mother kept me in the latest. I did have a best friend but she wasn’t in my …show more content…
I didn’t know if it was when I started cutting my wrist and locked myself in the bathroom and just cried because I felt alone in this world. Perhaps it was when one of the girls in my class stole my work and wrote her name on it and left me with her paper that was a “D” while she flaunted my perfect “A”.
I was convinced that if I died everything would be better, if I changed schools everything would be better but I now know that it wouldn 't have made a difference, but my mentality is permanently changed. I don’t have the confidence I think I would have if I was never bullied, im constantly always worrying about what someone thinks about me. I can 't pass a group of snickering girls without putting my head down, sure that they 're laughing at my imperfections. I feel so ugly when I see prettier girls that I literally walk the other way to avoid passing them.
Just knowing how someone bullying me years ago still had an effect on me years afterwards hurts. I will forever remember those tragic childhood memories for the rest of my
They called me skinny, big foot, and nerd. I pretended to ignore them. “Boys are stupid little disgusting creatures and I don’t care about them,” I announced strong and confidently. That was a fib and I knew it. Of course their opinions mattered to me, I was a little girl and I wanted to be liked by boys just like the other girls. When my crush began to laugh at the other boys as they picked on me, I felt like digging a deep hole and burying myself in it.
The girls weren’t as bad as the boys but they made smart remarks as well. They never insulted me to my face but they stole my makeup out my book bag and acted like it was theirs, I know you wondering why do I have makeup at a young age anyway but being picked on made my self-esteem low I wanted to feel pretty. After a while I figured the girls only talked to me to copy off my work so they can have good grades and to get new stuff from me because even though I did have a big foot my mother kept me in the latest. I did have a best friend but she wasn’t in my …show more content…
I didn’t know if it was when I started cutting my wrist and locked myself in the bathroom and just cried because I felt alone in this world. Perhaps it was when one of the girls in my class stole my work and wrote her name on it and left me with her paper that was a “D” while she flaunted my perfect “A”.
I was convinced that if I died everything would be better, if I changed schools everything would be better but I now know that it wouldn 't have made a difference, but my mentality is permanently changed. I don’t have the confidence I think I would have if I was never bullied, im constantly always worrying about what someone thinks about me. I can 't pass a group of snickering girls without putting my head down, sure that they 're laughing at my imperfections. I feel so ugly when I see prettier girls that I literally walk the other way to avoid passing them.
Just knowing how someone bullying me years ago still had an effect on me years afterwards hurts. I will forever remember those tragic childhood memories for the rest of my