From a kindergartner to now, I've always been bullied. From being called fat and ugly and slimy as a kid, to your to big, your too tall, your fat, and getting hit on in school. My life for me and my parents have never been easy. In 6th grade after my dad died, I tried to kill myself because I felt like nothing in the world can be better, that life wasn't meant for me and I wasn't meant to fit in. Now I'm in 9th grade and I don't feel any different. Growing up in Jennings, MO where the only way to fit in is to wear long weave and mini skirts is sad. I am never going to go that low though