https://ift.tt/3pxXv8d When I was younger, like many others, I was bullied. I was particularly bullied around Year 9 in Secondary School. Previous year groups in school was the same stuff, different year group, I got bullied from being in Primary school – but Year 9, for a good year and a half, was very intense. I felt like I had no friends. I did have friends, two, but to me, it felt like I was so lonely, so excluded from everything. I was nervous in corridors, I was particularly nervous in P.E. as I got bullied in changing rooms, pushed around, bag stolen from me and no-one could do anything. I had people attempt to fight me on my way to my Grandma’s after school. I tried to avoid it on several occasions. I often went the long way home, sometimes an extra 15 minutes out of my way to avoid people. I even waited back after school for a full hour one night to avoid a particular individual who was fu**ing horrible to me at every opportunity. He made my life absolute hell. I knew deep down his insecurities about his own obesity, ginger hair, bad attitude, lack of compassion and lack of academic ability was the reason for his jealous behaviour resulting in him targeting me. But why me? I had no issue with him. I didn’t see him for everything he was physically. His hair was ginger and he was overweight, but so what. Those things mattered to others, but not to me. I knew what it was like to be treat differently. He was just another boy in my year – but to him, I was a threat. He absolutely hated me and I knew it. Being bullied changes you as a person and consciously or not you make a choice, to allow it to break you or to allow it to strengthen you. ... Read more in comments via Instagram https://instagr.am/p/CJZL33HABn9/