While the title of this article may seem slightly general, this broad approach is exactly what I was aiming for. Haters come in many shapes and sizes. Whether it is people who don't agree with you, or individuals that simply don't like the way you dress, there will always be someone that "hates you" because you are different. But the acceptance of the existence of these individuals and their personalities does not mean that what they are doing is ok, it just means that we understand who they are and embrace their actions as reflections of their issues.

So, in the name of every person that has felt cornered, and even of the haters that have also been hated on: hey hater, this one is for you.

Dear Hater,

I know it bothers you when I get something right and you don't. I know it bothers you when I reach the next level and you are stuck where you started. I know you hate the way I look, act, speak and think; I even know sometimes even you don't even know why you hate me. The truth is, in the begging, I was really hurt and massively insulted by your attitude. However, after you started to abandon your own life to infiltrate mine, I realize one thing: I feel sorry for you.

All this time I thought I was the clumsy one, I was the friendless one and I was biased. But, after that one moment of realization, I realized the truth: I am not clumsy, I´m creative. I am not friendless, I choose my loyalties well. I am not biased, I stick to my beliefs and morals. Your negative discourse was your way of making me feel like I had everything to loose, when the truth was I already had everything I could have wanted.

After sometime, your extreme anger got old... even to me. It sounds weird, but your lack of creativity and logic bored me slightly. It wasn´t that I wanted harsher comments coming from your side - believe me when I say I'm thankful they stopped coming - but your redundant ways gave me a break to realize who the truly affected one was: you.

If you were so popular, why did you spend all your time telling me how lonely I looked? If you were such a democrat, why spend an entire hour discussing republican ideals with me? If you thought I was so ugly, why were you able to look at me in the eye when you said all those things? If you thought I was so lame, why did you spend so many hours thinking about how to destroy me? And if you really thought my life was a joke, why were you so focused on it and not on yours? I didn't know why then, but I know now.

You want to know why? Because you are weak. I won't go down to your level and do the same things you did to me, but I will repeat this several times: not for you but for me. You are weak. Your actions contradict your words. Due to the giant fear you have of others seeing the true light of your problems, you try to divert the attention to mine. But you see, I am perfectly ok with my life. I hate to say it, but all of your efforts were in vain. You just made your problems even clearer.

Nevertheless, I forgive you. I forgive you because you opened my eyes to the lengths people can go to cover their issues, and I really wish you the best. I thank you for making me stronger, and for making me realize that I am extremely worth it.

Love,

Me