Dear Bullies,

I'm not going to thank y'all because you guys caused me endless amounts of pain and sadness. Y'all made my years of middle school a living hell. The verbal and mental abuse y'all inflicted on me should not be commemorated. How dare y'all make fun of me for my flaws. Y'all should be ashamed of yourselves.

Do y'all know how many times I went home crying? At such a young age, I couldn’t wrap my brain around how cruel people could be to others.

Thanks to y'all, I developed body image issues. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror. The person staring back at me couldn’t be me, at least that is what I thought. That person is “fat,” “nerdy,” and “a midget.” Every time I would try to look at myself, I would just become sadder, and I would think to myself, “Ew, who is that?” I became uncomfortable in my own body.

I was sad to go to school because of y'all. I remember the struggle of getting up each morning and traveling to school. Why go to a place that was a hostile environment for me? Why go when I know I am just going to get bullied, again?

Due to y'all, I became an extreme introvert. I was scared to talk and even look at people. I would walk around the hallways at school with my head down. I would hear the bullies haunting me and saying, “Hey, four-eyes, you’re a fat nerd. No one loves you.”

I had to inform my chorus teacher that I could no longer be a part of the choir. When she asked me why, I broke down into tears. I told her y'all labeled me as a "faggot." I told her how y'all slipped notes into my locker saying, "You're gay for joining the choir." Because of this, I let you guys manipulate me into quitting one of my passions. To this day, I wonder, "What would've happened if I remained in the choir?"

After awhile, I became numb to my labels. Being called "faggot," "nerd," "geek," "four-eyes," "fatty," and a "fatass" became a weekly routine. I became depressed, and I sought comfort in books and food. During the lunch period, I would sit by myself, and as I ate my lunch, I would read a book, hoping no one will notice me. My comfort in food developed into an eating disorder. I would eat so much junk food that I became obese.

Because of y'all, I became an improved person. I lost 25 pounds in high school, and I was even more committed to my studies. I joined the Student Organization for Developing Attitudes, and I went to the middle school we attended, teaching the students about bullying, life experiences, social issues, and much more.

I don't give a flying fuck about y'all's situation. I don't care if y'all were unhappy. I don't give a shit. There is no excuse or reason for anyone to bully someone else.

Sincerely,

The kid that was a faggot, a fat ass, and a nerd