This is a letter to my bullies. Why am I writing it? Because I think it’s time that we let bullies know that their behaviour, actions and words are NOT ACCEPTABLE. That they cannot hurt us anymore.
Writing this less is especially important after this week’s out-ing of a cowardly bully who felt the need to comment on Jennifer Livingston’s weight, and last month’s example of how Whitney Kropp’s community took control and kicked a bunch of school bullies’ asses.
It’s time to speak out. To let go. To change the balance of power. To take back the reigns. To step up. To make the bullies know it’s not ok.
This is a global letter to all of you who have treated me with a lack of respect, with no kindness, with malice. I don’t even remeber some of your names, and to you whose names I do remember, I won’t give you the satisfaction of a mention. You are not worth it. Because, with this letter, I release you. From my memory, from my feelings of bitterness, from my history.
You had no right to tease me about my body, my weight, my hair, my clothes. You had no right to pretend to be my friend and then drive by me laughing. You had no right to tell all the kids at camp to call me ‘hairy moron’ after you sneaked a peak at my pubescent private parts. You had no right to scar me for life, to destroy my self-esteem, my worth.
What made you think it was ok to make fun of me, to take my friends and leave me alone? To talk behind my back, to stab me in that same back? Was it ok to make me feel bad for my enthusiasm? To take credit for my work, to bad mouth me to my colleagues, to steal my ideas, to get me fired? No, it was not ok. You had no right.
Yes, I’m annoying sometimes. Aren’t you?
Yes, I talk to much. Don’t you have flaws?
Yes, I went through puberty. Doesn’t everyone?
Yes, I make mistakes. I’m human.
Maybe I’m too nice, to easy a target. You should only wish you were.
Don’t say I was asking for it by leaving myself bare. Look at yourself. WHY DID YOU DO IT?
I wonder. Did it make you feel bigger to make me feel small? Where was the satisfaction in hurting me? Did you go home at night and think about what you’d done? Have you taught your children to treat others like you treated me?
To you, the bullies who have invaded my life with your negative energy and bad karma and sour dispositions, I tell you this. I tell you that it’s over. You’re done. You are nothing to me.
I’m out. Hope you’re having a nice life. Because I am.
Hairy moron aka the nerd, aka the girl with fat thighs who talked to much
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