People say that I should be thankful for your torment and cruel jokes because they made me stronger. Society tells me I was "heavier" in primary schools and I was dorky, so I had it all coming anyways. Everyone thinks that it wasn't that bad because I was young, therefore I couldn't actually feel the pain I was claiming to feel. Telling yourself similar things probably helped you justify the way you treated me.

Although society told me to "suck it up," that "it will get better if I just ignore them," I never believed that. I was right to doubt their naive comments. Those things they said were never to comfort me, but to comfort themselves for looking the other way and letting you treat me the way you did.

In fact, everything anyone ever did was to make themselves and you feel better. Nothing was ever for my benefit, even though I was the victim. The teachers and by-standers allowed you to walk all over me and that is something I refuse to even consider being thankful for.

I was never thankful for you and your behavior, but I'm sure that you already knew that.

I will forever resent you. Nothing you did strengthened me in any way, and it is ridiculous that people expected it to. Like everything else, that was something people commonly used to make themselves better. You did not make me stronger, rather you taught me how to handle bullies like yourself. You showed me that no matter what I wore or how I acted, there was always going to be something wrong with me. While I shouldn't have been learning that lesson at the ripe age of 14, it was the only valuable thing I learned from you.

Yes, I appreciate the lesson, but I will not thank you.

In the future, I do not wish bad things upon you. I hope you never have to deal with people like yourself, your children never experience the same harsh hateful comments I endured. Rather, I pray you read this and realize what you did. You forever changed me in ways that were not necessary. You are still the reason I skip the occasional meal or feel overly anxious when groups of people look at me and giggle. The way you treated me will forever haunt me, and I hope that it haunts you, too.

What you did to me all those years ago will always define our relationship. However, it does not have to define you as a person. I urge you to grow and to help the innocent victims, as no one helped me. Fight the rest of the bullies out there, for if you do not, nobody will. The bullies will still win and the victims will remain silent.

It may be too late to take back what you did to me, but that does not mean it is too late to help others. Do not remain a bully, rather become the hero I needed way back then.