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  • - Shannon


    I was born with a lazy eyelid. This meant that for the next 30 years I would endure bullies. I never had many friends and every day, I was laughed and stared at, and the root of many jokes. Cyclopes, bandit, one-eyed Willie, etc. were just a few names I heard. When I reached middle school, I was depressed and very willing to end my life. With middle school came bigger bullies, harsher words, hair pulling, and plenty of gum in my hair. I began drinking in sixth grade. Between my home life, school, and the bus rides, nothing was more exciting than when I had vodka. I never got into drugs, but I did cut myself. The depression began to affect my appetite as well. Kids began to tell me how fat I was, my dad reminded me how any times I had been to the kitchen, my mom said to just ignore the bullies. I tried. I entered high school with one friend, the toliet. I began to lose weight, so no one could call me fat. I remember all of their names. Phillip blew snot on me every day. Jason passed gas on me. Devin put gum in my hair. I could go on. By the end of ninth grade, I had gone from A’s B’s and a C to 0’s because I skipped most of the time. I was not strong enough, and teachers never did anything. I got sent to the school social worker she told me I was doing it for attention. Yeah okay!! My weight issues had gotten so bad, I was going through boxes of laxatives, diet pills, and exercise. For a few weeks, I thought it was my fault. I was not looking for attention, I wanted to be smart, pretty, and have friends. But the depression swallowed me again and I was isolated and weary. I moved out of my parent’s house at 17. My best friend helped me. She believed in me. I started eating better and eventually it would stay down. I was a Freshman in my Junior year of high school, so I had to work extremely hard to catch up, I did, I graduated a year late, but I did it! After high school, I thought the bullying would stop. Big NO! I was constantly stared at and laughed at. I was very sensitive to it, no one understood. Now I am 33 years old. I can still hear the words, and see the faces of the kids who bullied me. I know their names and wonder what they do now when their own kids get picked on. Why do they still have control over me so many years later? I got my eyelid fixed about three years ago. I see a beautiful new me. I still battle with depression and sometimes I hear those mean kids and adults. Now I want to find a way to help other kids, teachers, and parents.