Bullying Is Not Okay
by Maria | October 11, 2013
My name is Mia and I am a victim of bullying. I've got a ''disorder'' called Trichotillomania. If you're clueless as to what it is, it's pretty much when someone feels the need to pull their hair out. You can look it up if you'd like... It sounds pretty dumb, I know, but it's usually caused by stress and that comes to me a lot. Like all the time. Due to the fact that it happens, I wear a bandana all the time... People question me about it but I just keep quiet and shrug, sometimes looking down at my feet. I've had to deal with it for two years and a half, it's hard to talk to people about it. It began in the sixth grade, soon after I was bullied about my weight and how socially awkward I was. Trichotillomania was only just something to pile on top of that. I was alone during the day, the person who was always hit in class, tripped in the hallway and aimed at with food. Nobody understood me, I was stuck fighting for myself... And I wasn't going to dare say something to someone. A few weeks into the school year, a girl offered to be friends with me. I didn't know how I felt about it, what if she just wanted to get close and learn about me only to walk away one day and spread it around? I ended up accepting and we hung out for a while... The bullying stopped as long as I was around her, she was the girl that nobody wanted to mess with. As we got close, I found out that she was only being my friend because of a bet with her other friends. I tried forgetting about her, and soon it was back to the bullying days. When I thought people couldn't get any more cruel, a guy yanked off my bandana while we were on the bus. He started laughing and pointing at me, I was mortified. Everyone on the bus joined along with him and I put my head in my hands, trying to hide the tears rushing down my face. Of course the bus driver wouldn't do anything though, it was Bryson Middle for goodness sakes! As the bus pulled to my stop, I got up and rushed towards the front of the bus, only to be tripped my someone. I clumsily grabbed my bag and ran out, running down the street. That night, I didn't come out of my room... I stayed up there, curled on my bed, letting out all the tears that I'd been holding in. How could they do that to me? Why would they do that to me? Questions flooded through my head as I closed my eyes, not wanting the morning to come. I ended up on my knees at the side of my bed, eyes shut, head lowered. I prayed and prayed, feeling love and warmth flow through me as I continued. This type of bullying happened regularly throughout my year of sixth grade but as it ended, I swore to myself that I'd never go back to Bryson, I even told my parents. After we found out about K12, we all agreed that I'd never return to Bryson. I'm relieved that I go here now, I don't have to worry about the bullying! I've got a message for whoever has gotten or is getting bullied. Stay true to yourself, you're on the Earth for a reason. God loves you very much and will always be there for you. Everyone has their flaws but that's what makes you yourself. And being yourself is amazing, you're all worth it. You've got you're entire life to live, don't stop it here. Thank you for taking the time to read this incredibly long story, I appreciate it.