All though out my childhood, elementary, middle, and high school, I was teased and bullied. Words hurt more than you think, let alone actions as well. I was the fat kid in the class. The shy fat girl who avoided everyone. Why did I avoid everyone? Because I grew up in a society where being plump is disgusting, a sin, horrible, outrageous! Everyone I met that actually gave me the benefit of the doubt will tell you I am the post passionate, kindest, gentle girl you would ever meet. But at first look, to those who are bullies, they saw me as a big red target. I was picked on so much. I was called fat, chubby, tubby, the boys would stick out their bellies and tease me, I would get my seats kicked in the back of classes, laughs and giggles thrown my way, stares, disgusting stares. Elementary school was horrible! It just got worse as time flew by. Middle school: Horrible. I would get little paper notes saying they like chunky girls and want to do horrible things to me, and to meet them in certain places to just make fun of me for believing it. Though I never did, they still laughed at me. In group projects, if I would just even glance over at a bully, they would look at me and laugh and start yelling WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT CHUNKY! I would get physically abused as well, not just verbally. That is where it all started... I became a cutter then. I had to get stitches I cut so deep once from their mean words. Highschool: My mother started going in and out of the hospital, my grandmother passed away, I was living alone with no one here, diagnosed with depression and anxiety, and had no one other than the handful of friends I had, which was not much. So you can only imagine the hurt I would feel. Freshmen year was the worst. And due to all this, I put on even more weight, and that got even more attention on my part. It gets even better. Not only were kids at school being the bullies, so was my own family, my own grandfather, letting me know what a piece of worm poo I was, and reminding me everyday how fat I was and how worthless I am. I have grown to ignore these type of remarks, made new friends, and eventually highschool got better after sophomore year. Now I am turning 20 and going to college. With help and support from loved ones and friends, you can make it. Just like I have and still am. It is going to hurt sometimes, but you are not alone.