A letter to people who think bulling is all in FUN.
As a shy girl on the heavy side, having learning difficulties, which is now called dyslexia and was called lazy and or dumb, back then; going to middle and high school in the late 60’s early 70’s was not the easiest thing to do. Without the word or meaning to it, your peers just bulled you. With words and sometimes-just looks, silence can hurt too. Did it hurt? The pain is still there. Did it shape my world then and now? Yes it did. Do I understand why some kids kill others or themselves because of it? Yes I do.
I always wanted to know and asked myself all the time. Why did anyone want to harass me, they had no Idea who I really was inside or out? Did I look or sound that different from them? Was I really not worth anything because they where so much better then me? As my years went by my family loved me, someone loved me and felt I was worthy enough to marry them. I have 3 children who love me and I brought them up into loving respectable adults. My Granddaughter thinks I am fun to be around. Most of the people I meet and work with like me. So why so many years later does it still hurt and affect most everything I say and do. Is it because you left a scar that will not fully heal called, self-doubt and not worthy of?
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How did I start getting over all this and become stronger? Because of my few friends and family who truly love and like me, fighting everyday to be a better person then you, realizing that you as a bully are weak and more insecure then me and that you probably didn’t even like yourself back then. How you treat others is a reflection on who you are. I feel sorry for you now, because I now know, you had to pick on me in order to feel and look strong to yourself and others because you weren’t.
I feel, we will never stop bulling till we bully the bullies back and tell them who they really are, insecure and weak people. While reading The memories of Gary Grant his daughter wrote “ Dad would remind me to never pay attention to what other people were thinking about me, because, they were to busy thinking about themselves to really think about me”
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With her words and my thoughts in mind I would like to make up new posters with saying that will get to the heart of bulling.
Be a bully show us your insecurities! While your bulling me I’ll get stronger as you get weaker. Bullies are just insecure people turned inside out. Insecure people are bullies. If your weak and you know it be a bully. Mean people are weak people. I want to thank the bully that made me a stronger person then you are.
Now it’s our turn to pick on them and think it’s FUN!
Carol Chaimowitz, Klein class of 73, Island Trees
I am proud of who I am now. I hope my bullies are too!
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