It all started when I was in kindergarten. I know, very young, but I was the new kid and everyone knew each other so I was excluded a lot. I didn't have the best behavior with adults so I was always known as "the weird rebel kid" and it hurt. The teachers and my parents all thought it was my fault and it kept going on through the years. Instead of wearing the skirts(it was a catholic school so we had separate uniforms for boys and girls) I wore the boys uniforms because I didn't like the skirts. I got teased for that a LOT. In second and third grade, I was called a "lesbian" and people raised the middle finger at me. I didn't know what it meant till I asked my brother and he ended up confronting the kids. But it didn't stop there. I was a soccer player, and we always had practice at 4 so that meant we had to wait and hour at school for pewee practice to finish. During that time, I got physically beat up. I never told anyone and to this day few people know about it. Then I started getting episodes( tantrums but WORSE) , and I was seriously losing it.  I was  diagnosed with anxiety Disorder  later on so the bullying Messed me up not only physically, but mostly mentally.  In fifth grade, I started wearing the regular uniform, and I just changed. People saw it but didn't know how. I was put on meds I because they were "in fear of me hurting other students". I stil had no friends though so...yeah. The school closed and I moved to Pennsylvania. I was a actually  accepted, and "Popular" but I didn't care. It was nice, but I couldn't help but hang out with the kids that were considered weird and disgusting because I was one of them. I was STILL one of them even though I wasn't getting bullied anymore. Recently, I finished 7th grade and during the summer I got a call. An old friend, or one of my ONLY friends called me talking about one of the girls that bullied me harshly. You see, she was the type of person that hated me outside but behind close doors we were "good friends" I dare say. Anyway, the girls on the phone asked me if she was alive. I was confused but then I saw that she was actually suicidal.  On Instagram she had pictures and descriptions that were very scary and the latest one was basically a "goodbye" note. I called her parents and found out they were leaving her in the house alone and I told them and made the parents aware and showed them the pictures. The girl actually thanked me and now she is doing better than ever. You see, my story got better but the bully only got worse. I write this to show you how you can open people's eyes and be there because even the people that can be horrible to you, have their times of need and that's when you can make a difference!:)