I was bullied in elementary and middle school. I remember I had this horrible haircut in kindergarten. There was this girl, should would always question my gender. I guess that's where my bullying journey began. The only time it got physical was in third grade, but thankfully I told my parents and they got the school involved and everybody. They stopped the problem luckily. Bullying for me died down until sixth grade. This boy came up to me and said everyone in our class has a nickname for you. Obviously I asked what it was. And he answered so proudly pimple face. I went home and cried till there was no tears left in my eyes. I am incredibly sensitive about my acne. I am incredibly insecure about my appearance. The girl that made fun of me in kindergarten made a remark to me in eighth grade. She said "hey you should put on makeup to graduation because if you don't you'll look horrible." Now I know not that bad, but it still kind of hurt. That was the time I finally stood up for myself. I finally found my voice. Now in high school, if I ever get called something I stand up. I will never lose my voice.