When I was little and still today, I was bullied for being over weight. I was called Hungry Hungry Hayley by my own family. I would laugh and smile, but inside I knew that they didn't love me. I went to a private school in 6th-8th grade, where the normal was size 2 and very pretty. I was a size 16 and not pretty. I was teased and picked on by the boys and sometimes the girls. When I got to high school, I thought it would be a little better because others would be my size too. I was wrong. My own friends would call me fat and I felt like sometimes I had no one. I would help my friends make fun of a person I didn't like or say that someone looked fat and ugly. It made me feel like my friends liked me, but I would just feel guilty and sad afterwards. Somedays I would just come home and cry. At home, I had to deal with a mean boy who would be so mean to me, and of course he didn't have to deal with being over weight so he would call me fat and ugly. I hated my life. I didn't know if I wanted to be at school or home. I would think what is wrong with me? Why am I the ugly one? It's affected me so much that I still feel like when I go into class or walk down the hall way, that everyone is talking about how fat and ugly I am. I don't want to feel like this, but that is my life.
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