Stop Being Scared: A Story about Bullying

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Bullying is still one of the most controversial topics brought up in any conversation regarding school. Is it bad? Is it good? Is it fake, or is it real? Many people have different definitions of bullying, whether it’s hassling a kid for his lunch money or calling a girl fat. However, I see bullying as a part of life. It’s a rocky patch that every teen goes through, popular or not. Bullying makes you open your mind up and perceive the truth of who people really are. I would know.

Middle school and the beginning of high school weren’t exactly my cup of tea. During those years, I was subjected to nasty name calling, and I had even received a few notes that said I should kill myself. A group of kids came up with a name for me―”thunder thighs”. They claimed that when I walked down the halls, I shook the school and everyone would be under the impression it was storming. As a kid, “fat” and “ugly” were painful words to hear. I can still feel the sting I felt when the words would roll off their tongues so easily.

They led me to believe the insane words they said at me. It seeped through my skin like sweat and brainwashed me to bully myself. You’re repulsive. You are a disgusting excuse of a person and I can’t even look at you. I was at an all time low. I was always thinking of ways to bring myself down if I found an ounce of happiness.

Yes, bullying is bad, but letting it happen to you won’t make it any better. If standing up for yourself will make it stop, then stand up and make a difference.”

— Caitlin Patrick

I thought I wasn’t good enough for anything, even life. I was under the impression I needed to change for them. Maybe, I thought, if I changed they would like me. I began trying diets, I ate less, I changed my wardrobe, I changed anything they remarked about. That’s when the notes started. “You should die.” I would read those words over and over again until they were pressed into my mind. Would that be the better choice? Would it make everyone happy? But there was one thing I never considered. My own happiness.

I soon realized that I was stronger than I thought. No, I didn’t punch them; however, I found the audacity to stand up for myself. I didn’t let them get under my skin anymore. I didn’t have to live up to their expectations. I was fine the way I was. Starting then, I took everything they said to me with a grain of salt and shrugged it off like it was irrelevant. After a while, they noticed the name calling didn’t bother me and it soon ended.

I’ve come to believe that bullying isn’t the same if you stand up for yourself. Yes, bullying is bad, but letting it happen to you won’t make it any better. If standing up for yourself will make it stop, then stand up and make a difference. Don’t let them bully you, and don’t let them scare you into thinking you can’t tell anyone about it. Do something. Stop being scared.