I don't generally write stories anymore, but I like to keep mine up for sentimental value. I acknowledge how awful they are.

MY BULLYING STORY

I used to get bullied from like 6th-end of 8th grade. It was never to my face, but I knew it was happening. I had "big legs," a "big butt," and braces, and had shorter hair than I do now. My face was also pretty chubby from 4th-8.5th grade, which was not a good combination. When I got my braces taken off at the end of 8th grade, I also discovered the magic of high heels, which made my legs look fiiiiiiiiiiine, if I do say so myself, and my hair was longer, which looked nicer. I'm still not skinny by any means, but I'm not close to "big," as I once heard myself called. And I don't think I was really big to begin with, I just had a little extra room on my legs and butt. Unfortunately for me, I still suffer body image issues every single freaking day because of those people in middle school. It's been a long time, but I still remember them calling me "Big Legs." It hurts every time I think about it...so why am I writing this? I don't know. But you should know that now I have a lot of friends and I get a lot of exercise, which brought my average weight down a bit, so my legs and butt are more muscular than fat now. Anyone out there who has body image issues, I get you. I still have them every time I get dressed, and I see the little extra pudge on my thighs. One time, I made myself throw up in order to get rid of all the fat and calories I'd eaten during the day, and I hardly ate anything for a month in order to lose weight and get the popular kids' collective approval. Even now, I still check the fat, calories, and carbs on food before I eat it, and eat fat free and sugar free whenever possible because of how you guys treated me. But now I'm not in middle school anymore, I never see any of the populars anymore, but I know what they're doing. Most of them do drugs and have sex in order to live a happy life. Even though their bullying made me constantly depressed and still affects me today, I can live happily with the knowledge that I don't have to do all the things they're doing in order to be happy. I'm happy with my friends, and my life. So if you read this, Robes' Middle School Bullies, I'm happy, and I forgive you, because I don't need to be mean and keep grudges. I hope you the best in life, even though you helped bring about the worst years of my life. And I guess, without you guys, I wouldn't have met a lot of my current friends. So even though you made me miserable, you've also pushed me to improve my life. Thanks.