I’m a good person. I treat everyone with respect and manners, always. I try to do the right thing. I try to please others, maybe even a little too much. I have opinions and beliefs that I’m passionate about. I’m not mean or rude to others who don’t agree with me, but I have never been one to shy away from a debate either. If I ever have lashed out at someone, it was a long time coming, trust me.
There are people around me who just simply don’t like me. They bash everything I stand for. They exclude me from things. They forget about me all together.
Being the kind of person I am, I respond to those people, with silence or absence, as opposed to confrontation. But when the time comes to face these people, I treat them with the utmost respect, even if they treat me like I’m not there.
I’m not sure if these people think I’m a temporary presence in their lives or they think that they have enough power to get rid of me by being mean. Either way, they’re wrong.
I would just like to say to those people:
You can make fun of me. You can tear me down, along with what I believe in. You can be condescending and cold. You can exclude me from anything you’d like. You can do everything you can think of to get under my skin but I’ve got news for you
I’m not going anywhere.
At various points in my life I have been bullied. I remember that feeling, that feeling of being so small and so worthless that you want to give up.
I have been told the world would be better off without me.
I’ve been made fun of for being fat since third grade.
I’ve had people call me names for my beliefs.
In sixth grade, a girl told me I couldn’t get a boyfriend because I was too fat.
I longed for the day that bullies were no longer apart of my life. I waited to be an adult and get out of school away from them all, only to be met with the sad truth that adult bullies were the worst kind.
I had them at different jobs and in beauty school. I’ve had bullies that are friends of friends, or even loved ones. I’ve had family members that are bullies. Yep, I’ve had them all but I’m still here.
I survived it all.
I’m not going to let a few people who just don’t like me, tear me down and make me feel the way I did in high school. I refuse.
To those people out there, maybe you’re reading this; Maybe you clicked on it hoping to find something you can laugh at. Maybe you’re wondering if this is about you. Maybe you’re even feeling a teensy bit guilty.
What’s that old saying, if the shoe fits?