This is my body. This is not who I am, this is what I look like.
In grade school, I was bullied daily. It’s hard to look back on those days and not get emotional. I didn’t really have anyone to help me. I didn’t know why I was being bullied, so I started to think that it was because of my body. I started hating my body, and I wore baggy clothes, large sweaters, anything really that covered it. When I went swimming, I only wore one-piece bathing suits. It was hard for me. When I hit puberty, things only got worse.
I was depressed. I still am. But now my depression is based more on irrational fears than on my body image.
It took me a long time to realise that they were bullying me because they just didn’t like me, not what I looked like.
This past year, I’ve continued getting more and more confident to the point where I will actually wear skirts and dresses to school. My friends are people who like me for who I am, not what I look like. My girlfriend has especially helped.
Please, please, please, remember that it shouldn’t ever matter what you look like, it should only mater how you act.