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An Open Letter to my Past Bullier by Ally MacDonald You changed me, changed me for the better. In 7th grade your words kicked me to the ground to the point where I didnt want to ever get back up. You made my year a real life nightmare. I thought your descriptions of me, my abilities, my talents, my family, even my personality were what everyone viewed me as. You seemed like the 7th grade king, where your views were what everyone followed and cherished. Thank you for making me feel like the oddball of our grade, the one that no one liked, and the one who spent her time alone in her bedroom. Thank you for showing me what bullying really was.
In 7th grade I was the misfit of my friend group. I had friends, but to you not good friends, not friends who cared for me as I cared for them. I was the kid who focused on school more and more everyday because you told me I was dumb and stupid. I was eventually the kid who stayed home on the Friday nights and weekends because I didn't believe anyone liked me. I was the kid who almost changed who I was because of someone who is now a distant memory.
As you said many times, “No one will ever stick up for you, I could do this all day long and everyone around will just sit here and watch”. This is what stuck with me all these years. I can hear you saying those words over and over in my head even now, 5 years later. It wasn't the names you called me and my family or what you told me I could or would ever achieve in my life, but rather that no one else cared to stop you.
Looking back I shouldnt remember any of this, or rather I shouldn't care about any of it. I'm happy now, I'm happy with where I'm headed and what I've achieved. I have the best group of friends and support I could ever ask for, and this is all thanks to you.
