I've been dealing with bullies my whole life.  In elementary school, it was because I was tall.  I developed at a very young age, and had C cup breasts at age 9, and then I was bullied for that.  They grew to DD by the time I was 12, and I was called a slut and a whore just because I had breasts.  I had never even had a real kiss.  I had some friends but they never stood up for me.  I always felt like an outcast.  Joining sports helped a little, but my classmates would say that my teammates shouldn't touch me because they'd get an STD.  This never really got better until College.  I was diagnosed with cancer in fall of 2011, and I got bullied at the restaurant I worked at by my coworkers and management.  They said they didn't believe I had cancer (even though they had doctor documentation), and that I was faking it to get attention.  I was mocked and harassed by my coworkers, even ones that were 60 years old and older.  It pushed me to the point where I quit my job.  I live alone because I don't know who to trust.  I'm always sad, but would never do anything to hurt myself or take my own life, because it would break my mother and brother's hearts.  I just sit at home in my bed and feel sad and empty all the time.  I feel like guys don't like me for me, only for what they see on my chest...and so far that's been the case.  People tell me I'm a great person, but I'm still all alone.  I don't know what to do sometimes.  Most of the time.  All of the time.