Hello, my name is Mia. I am now sixteen years old, a sophomore in high school. For as long as I can remember, I have been harassed, bullied, called abusive, hateful, disrespectful, and any other name you can possibly think of. I never really cared, until one boy changed my entire attitude towards myself. Yes, I had little insecurities, every person does. My hair didn't fall the right way, I wore glasses(still do), and being a girl, I worried about my weight. Then I met this guy, and this guy was amazing. Note how I said WAS. He's gay, and I'll keep him anonymous. Well, our friendship started off with a bang. We started chatting and instantly we were best of friends. I guess because he sort of viewed me as his protector, and I was for a time. Over time, our friendship crumbled. It didn't help that I had started to love him. Then his words started becoming... Hurtful. "You're pretty, yeah sure, but you honestly have a horrible personality." He actually said that to me. This being after I had brought him Gatorade to his house because he was sick, and how I had cared for him and treated him so kindly. That sentence haunted me, especially the "horrible personality" part. I never got over that. Our friendship lasted a year, and for a year I listened to him call me all sorts of horrible things. I never even heard him defend me once. We had one class in there, where we met a younger kid than us, I call him Freshy. Freshy and him were absolute jerks to me, often teasing me for not knowing something about a game or asking a question. It's ironic, because Freshy and I actually became pretty close friends. Benni, I wanted to share this story with you because I want you to know that verbal abuse hurts, and it needs to be stopped.
I'm Mia, I'm sixteen, I'm a sophomore in high school, and I over came their words. I now have a boyfriend who treats me like a princess, every day gets brighter, I'm an avid protector of ALL of my friends, known and un-known. And I don't let bullying go unnnoticed.