Being bullied

Teasing started when I was 10. But it got really bad when I was 11. Kids would bully me about my acne. Every single day. Whenever I met someone, I prayed that they didn’t comment about my acne. I remember sitting in maths class and my head slumped up on my hand, never moving, until my neck cramped because I didn’t want anyone to see that I had even more acne on my other side. My teachers saw the verbal abuse. None of them did anything. I remember my best friend telling me that a group of people made a song about my acne. It was like my heart dropped onto the floor. I would come home from school and cry in the bathroom, it stung every time I remembered what the person said to me on that day. I wanted things to stop. I was experiencing suicidal thoughts, but as much as I thought that my pain could be stopped with death, I didn’t want to lose my life over what some immature little kids said to me. But I forgave my bullies. I had the courage to let go of my pain and forgive the people who hurt me. And in fact, started being friends with them. Weird, I know. But what I realise is that, I never saw it as bullying. I never thought it would happen to me. I always thought bullying was physical, I didn’t know there was emotional pain that people could experience.