A letter to a bully from me ...
Dear Bully,
There was a picture of a boy recently whose self asteem had hit a real low all due to a bully.
I know, or should I say, knew how he felt I was there once upon a time.
This is a picture of me at the age I was bullied.
And this is my letter to the bully of my youth, to the ones who brought my self asteem down and made me think I was worthless, but, thankfully I have held onto to lots of things I loved then about life and about me.
Why I was bullied I will never know, there were no punches or pulling of hair, but there were comments, and being talked about and being laughed at that hurt as much, if not more, than a punch would have.
I come from a wonderful loving family, a family that appreciates you for who you are and celebrates what makes you individual.
These same values weren't shared by all around me.
The hand me down clothes I loved were critised ... I still love second hand clothes!
Handmade knitted jumpers were laughed at ... now I crochet my own!
My music tastes were dismissed ... I love folk music!
It is amazing how this affects you at the time, I would make myself ill so I didn't have to go to school or if I was 'unfortunate' enough to get to school I would become ill during the day ... but always in time for Lunchtime so my Dad could pick me up in his lunch hour.
I don't know whether my bullies ever realised how much they hurt, how much they affected my own self asteem.
BUT
I am stronger,
I am more tolerant (I hope),
I am loving,
I am forgiving,
I am happy with who I am and who I have become.
Thankfully Mom and Dad worked out what was happening, they spoke to teachers, they spoke to parents and I gained the courage to make true friends!
To those that are now being bullied, you are beautiful, you are strong. Take courage and tell someone, your mom, your dad, a teacher, a friend ... ask for help and it will be there with love and understanding.
Thank you for reading, thank you for taking a moment, this is so personal but I want to share.
xxx