Being bullied can be very hard but If you have the right people there by your side it's fine. I have been bullied or teased since third grade. It all started in third grade as I said when I got my first pair of glasses and a guy let’s call him Ole. He started calling me four-eyes. Which was, even though it should not have been, very hurtful. And that’s how it all started. I got upset more easily and my big brother would notice I would cry more often. Then one day my big brother Benji came to my class with me, so he could talk to Ole. He got pretty mad and then grabbed the wrong boy and talked to him pretty aggressively. I told him and he said sorry and it was fine. Then, as I said earlier, Abigail and me got bullied in fourth grade. After that I had a break for a bit. But the ‘’bullying’’ never really stopped. I think as of seventh grade it began to become relatively trickly. I grew out of my young self body, which I can say was never as slim as the others. And that started to become a huge issue in my later life. Which when I was younger was very unfair on me. I never really understood. But now I understand. On the other hand, I don’t understand at all. Because everyone is different. And why do people have to be rude to people who don’t look like our modern ideal standards. Of course, people hurt my feelings but I think slowly I am accepting myself. I still feel a little insecure of my body. But it will change. I want to lose weight. I want to change. But I don’t want to do it for someone else, I want to do it for myself. But I still make up excuses. I feel like I might still grow out of it, even though it's highly unlikely. People don't know how much shit I've been through. I mean being bullied is not okay, but that’s not the only thing I have had to deal with in the last few years. When I was very young, I lost two of my younger siblings. Back then, I barely understood but now it breaks my heart. I’m very sensitive when people discuss these kinds of topics. It really does break my heart. The thought of having three younger siblings instead of one, of course seems unimaginable to me now, but I do think about it a lot. I also lost two very very important people to me. My grandfather and my great grandmother both passed away. Of course I didn’t spend hours every week with them, but when I did, I noticed how important they were to me, and those feeling came in even stronger when they were no longer there for me. I think at both of the occasions, I have never cried as much as I did at their funerals. And adding to these very difficult times, not only for me but my family as well, I got bullied. I tried to fix things that couldn't be fixed. I would cry a lot, and to be brutally honest I even thought about killing myself. Of course, I didn't try it, I didn't do anything stupid, it's just not fair. In my head, I am a nice person. I don't like being rude to anyone or doing rude things, so why do people feel like they need to be rude to me? That’s why high school is such a rollercoaster.