It all started in 5th grade, the girl i sat next to on the bus kept giving me head lice for a month straight. When one of the kids next to me saw the lice in my hair, he shouted it loudly in front of everyone. That hurt so much that I actually ran out of the room crying. That is how i spent my entire 5th grade years, being made fun of because I had lice. I was called "Bug Head" or "lice girl". I was forced to move to another school so I could start fresh. It went great until my 6th grade year. As i started to hit puberty, i started getting acne and started my period so i always had to  smell like period blood for a whole week. All the kids would laugh and point at my pimples and tell me how ugly I was and how everyone hated me. Then one day I started my period and I had no clue until I checked. I was covered in blood, it was on my school chair and my sweater. I went home right away and came right back to school. No one teased me the rest of the day but the next day is a day I will never forget. I came into school late because of my alarm. I walked into the classroom and looked at my desk like always, and there they were.....opened pads with red marker all over then. Everyone just started laughing while i cried outside the classroom. That was the last time I was bullied in 6th grade. Then 7th grade came. I was doing great for the first half of the year. Once gym class started for me I started to get bullied again. I was being shoved into lockers everyday while walking to my next class. I was always told that I am so fat and ugly that I should go kill myself. That is when I started cutting. I stopped once I was out of middle school. On came my first two years of high school, I started cutting again because i had gotten bigger and uglier as they would say. The cutting became deeper and I shut everyone out of my life, even my own family. But as i became a Jr. in high school , i learned that it does not matter what people think of you, it matters how you look at yourself. All that matters is what you want and how you feel about yourself. I have gotten stronger, like I you, the one reading this will. All it takes is some time and a very large support group who loves you for who you are no matter. If you think you do not have a support group you have the same thought i had. If you look around you and on this and many other websites... your support group contains people who have been though the same thing, people who have a friend or family member do the things that you do...either way we still love you, You are beautiful and perfect in my eyes.