When I was going I moved cities. I was going through my "chubby phase" and had just hit puberty. The day I moved in I met my bully. She lived up the street from me and became my worst nightmare. Day after day I would walk to school and she would wait for me to pass her house so she could abuse me. She would but snow down my pants and throw my on the ground yelling "the reason I can push you down is because fat weighs less than muscle so fat girls aren't strong enough to hold themselves up." After she had pushed me down she would shove icy snow in my face and mouth until I couldn't breath and everything was numb. It would scratch my face, I would lie to my mom about where the cuts came from. At recess she would shove me against the wall. Her and her 3 friends would laugh at me, throw sand in my eyes, and call my names. These names were simple. The fat girl, the ugly hippo, the lard, the huge elephant. I would get home from school every day and cry. I would eat and cry and eat. I gained almost 80 pounds as a young girl. It hurt. I gained and gained and got more and more hurt every time they threw me into a wall or called me names. When they threatened to stab me is when I went to my teacher. I was lucky enough to have a school board who supported me and heard my plea for help. The girls were moved from my class and after other bullying cases the girls were moved schools. Since then I have found friends and found the courage to stand for bullying. Losing my weight and losing the burden of my bullies. I think that sometimes people don't realize they are bullies. Bullies need to be stood up to so they can understand the bad impact they have made and learn how to love.