Growing up, I was always extremely sympathetic. According to my mother, I would always push my family to donate to every charity and give money to every homeless man we saw on the street. I’ve always seemed to love people a little more, or even a lot more than they loved me. But I never noticed this, which explains why it appeared as such a surprise to me when I started getting bullied in middle school and high school. People, including some of my friends, always treated me awfully and I didn’t realize it, so I let them.
I finally began to notice the bullying my freshman year when I heard rumors began spreading about me, I barely had any friends, and I started to get pushed into lockers and made fun of in class. On top of everything going on at school, I was being cyberbullied at home.
One of the worst days for me was when I walked into my health class and an obnoxious boy said to me from the back of the class, “Why are you even here, Erica? No one even likes you or wants you here. You’re so ugly.” One of my friends, one of the nicest people I had ever met, laughed at me. That became the hardest day for me.
Since my freshman year, things have been a lot harder because I struggled so long with depression. However, things have also gotten a little easier because I know how to better identify when I am loving someone more or too much. And it’s not always that hard to tell when someone isn’t treating me right. Now, I don’t have to deal with as much bullying. And I learned to love myself more than everyone else.
Dang, did people really push you into lockers? That stinks. But it's a good story that's shows progression from how you used to be, the person that got used, to the person you are now, someone who realizes their worth and doesn't need the approval of others.
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