Bully Proof

     Calling her ugly won't make you beautiful. Calling him gay won't make you straight. Calling him dumb won't make you smart. Calling her fake won't make you real. Please don't bully, it won't solve your own problems.
     
     Hey guys! So I am obviously doing a blog about bullying, psh, no kidding. I originally had this idea years ago to make a whole website on anti-bullying but never seemed to get around to it. Blogging seems to be more popular anyways so it all works out. Just so you all can basically grasp as to why I'm even doing this I'm going to share my own personal experience with bullying. Growing up in elementary school I always had a couple of best friends. There was a certain few who I always fought with but we somehow still considered each other as "best friends"... weird, I know. At a younger age my best friend was really gorgeous, funny,  flirty, and seemed to be great at everything. As we started getting a little older she started changing quite a bit. People were constantly laughing at her jokes, which in my opinion, weren't jokes. Her "jokes" consisted of mean and rude comments about other people, and I felt like one of her easiest targets, was me. I will admit I was not the cutest little kiddo out of the bunch. I had some pretty bright red hair, crooked teeth, and glasses with flowers on the side. I wasn't "fit" like all of the athletic kids were. She could come up with anything she possibly could to call me out on. Literally, anything. I remember when I had gotten new glasses and they were brown and shimmery. She was so desperate for the attention to where she made fun of me for having sparkles on my glasses. My winter coat, my shoes, my "non-makeup face", my freckles, my birthmark on the inside of my leg, and the freckle on my neck gave her every reason to bully me every single day. I came home pretty much every day dreading to go back to school the next day. It even got to the point to where they called in the school counselor to come and talk to our class. After the counselor talked to us, she took it all as a big joke and continued on and on with it. Fifth grade couldn't have ended sooner.
     
     I will say this - I got the very lucky end of the deal. Every time I turn around there's a story about a kid committing suicide because of how they felt after being bullied. The names, the rapes, the fights, the everything that happens to kids in our society is pathetic. It makes us look down right awful. I can't fathom what other kids go through. Let them make C's instead of B's. Let them ride a skateboard instead of hitting a baseball. Let them wear shorts that go down to their knee instead of having them ride up their crack. Let them be them and let you be you. We have all been hurt before, so think about how your actions will affect someone else.

     My heart is really craving to make a huge difference and I am beyond determined to do so. I could really use YOUR help though! Share this link with everyone you know. I'm going to try my best to make it possible for people who don't have internet to be able to read my blogs. Be sure to give every single person you see today or talk to today a compliment. Make a difference to today. Speak up, I am.