All through grade school and high school I was bullied. I guess I could list the "usual" reasons why I was bullied. I was small for my age, I was scared and cried easily when I was picked on, but there were other factors involved, too.
My mother didn't allow me to bathe for several weeks. I washed my hair maybe once a year. I was not allowed to wear clean clothes or deodorant. Even adding those factors to the mix, I don't think you can imagine what I went through.
Over the years the name calling escalated into physical violence. I was pushed off a five foot porch. I was able to break my fall somehow and I wasn't injured. I was physically attacked on the bus coming home from school. I knew then that I might die if this kept up.
I called the police and they notified my school. I was never bothered again. It took years for me to truly recover.
Yes, the little girl in the pictures is smiling. The Lord blessed me even back then with a happy outlook.
I'm still known for my smile.
I didn't want to write about this because it's still so painful that I can't really express it. My hands are shaking a bit and I'm trying not to cry. It was a long time ago. It shouldn't still hurt. But maybe my smile is the best revenge.
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