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  • - Ksenya


    Bullying is something everyone will go through at some point in their lives. Some get it easy. They go through school, through life, with only a few bad things said about them. But others, they have it impossibly hard. They can’t walk through the halls without someone shouting things at them. They walk into the lunch room, and look around to see absolutely no one who would even let them close to their table. They sit in bathrooms, and cry. I am one of those victims, and my name is Ksenya.

    It seems strange writing about my story now, when it is happening currently, and probably will be for a very long time. Though I think I have the worst of it, and would like to beilive that things could only get better from here. Well, my story starts in grade school. I had many more enemies then friends. The girls would call me things like whore and slut before they knew what those words even meant. 5th grade got really bad. I stayed in the bathroom at recess, because I feared what the other girls would say. My parents started to notice that something was wrong, so I told them everything. I moved schools so I would get a fresh start. Now I had a fresh start!
    The first few months at the new school were hard, and no one talked to me. I envied the girls that couldn’t walk through the halls without being surrounded by friends. Then I found a couple people who let me eat lunch with them. I didn’t know at the time that they were “The Ghetto Kids”. All of a sudden people noticed me, but not in a good way. They were always whispering about me. At the end of the year, in attempt to turn my reputation around, I met some other girls who accepted me. I thought life was going to get better.

    7th grade was the worst year of my life so far. It started out okay, and I had a couple people who I could consider friends. When those “friends” saw that I was actually happy for once, they decided to use it as an opportunity to spread rumors about me. They made everyone think that I was Pregnant. In the halls, I was called too many names to count, but I pretended I was fine. With every insult I took in, my self esteem was lowered more and more. I hated myself.

    I needed to talk to someone about it, but I didn’t want to worry my mom and dad. I do not have any aunts, uncles, or grandparents, and my brother walked out on my family when I was seven. I tried writing, singing, dancing, taking pictures, but nothing worked. I started to cut myself. People always say that kids do it for attention. Honestly, in my case that was true. I am not going to pretend that my reason was not to get people to notice me, because it was. I wanted someone to look at the cuts, and ask me if I was okay. I just wanted someone to let me explain my story to them. It turned out that my parents were the only ones that noticed. I still am not sure if they were mad, or just extremely disappointed. They blamed it on my computer and took it away. They thought that I was influenced by the media, and started monitoring what I did on the web and what I watched. They punished me, but never asked why I did it. Sometimes I just wish that I could explain everything, but that would mean bringing the subject up again, and they decided to never bring the topic up again. So to please them, I said everything was better.

    8th grade came and I lost all the friends I had made the previous year. I guess they all found better groups of people to hang out with. I thought that since it was a new year, the rumors would go away, but I was wrong. People still would come up to me and ask me about things that make me sick. I didn’t even want to try to make friends again, because I knew no one wanted to be friends with me. I am ugly, and fat, and stupid. I am a slut, a whore, worthless. After being told things so much, I started to beilive them. I fell in love with a guy, who seemed to really like me. I asked him out, but he cold hard rejected me. He said that he didn’t want to go out with a “Crazy Lesbian Nazi”. He then started telling everyone that I was a lesbian. I walk through the halls with my head down, hoping no one will notice me. I sometimes break down, and start crying in the school bathrooms. Sometimes, I wonder if life will ever get better…

    Though the bullying doesn’t seem like it will come to a stop anytime soon, I am slowly attempting to rebuild my self esteem. A few days ago, I found myself actually smiling, because for a minute I was happy. For the first time since before grade school, I had hope that maybe life could turn around, and I could use my smile more often. Yes, I am a Bullying victim, but I will now stand up, and not let bullying bring me down like it did so many times in my past. I am going to be strong, and one day at a time, make myself into the person I’ve always wanted to be.