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Gross Throwback Thursday I guess? (bullying story included)
My school pic from middle school. I was 13 I think?? Notice the dog collar lol
And the haircut wasn't my idea and didn't start out as a bowl cut.
It was a pixie cut, which I didn't want either... I told the last I wanted chin length hair and had to brace myself and try to relax because I have issues with strangers touching my hair. I could feel my hair getting lighter, but was trying so hard to focus on other things and since my hair was mid back length, I figured my hair just weighed a lot. I didn't know anything was wrong until she got my bangs and the hair that framed my face. It was then that I realized two things: she was doing my hair how SHE wanted and it was too late, she had cut it super short.
I got a black eye and swollen cheek over that hair cut and the fact that I wore baggy t-shirts (I was embarrassed by my overly developed figure). A girl swing and hit me in the face with her purse because she "thought (I) was a guy" entering the girl's bathroom... Sure...
I told my mom it was a volleyball accident and she accepted it as that.
This was the beginning of me being called a dyke and such. It eventually slowed, but never stopped completely. People still assume I'm a lesbian and some assume I'm "planning to become trans" as if that's a thing.
I'm slowly coming to terms with who I am and figuring out myself in areas I'm still not sure of identity wise. I'm thankful for my supportive and oh too sweet friends and mate. :)
So my story isn't all sad. :) In fact, I think I'm personally stronger in ways.
And the haircut wasn't my idea and didn't start out as a bowl cut.
It was a pixie cut, which I didn't want either... I told the last I wanted chin length hair and had to brace myself and try to relax because I have issues with strangers touching my hair. I could feel my hair getting lighter, but was trying so hard to focus on other things and since my hair was mid back length, I figured my hair just weighed a lot. I didn't know anything was wrong until she got my bangs and the hair that framed my face. It was then that I realized two things: she was doing my hair how SHE wanted and it was too late, she had cut it super short.
I got a black eye and swollen cheek over that hair cut and the fact that I wore baggy t-shirts (I was embarrassed by my overly developed figure). A girl swing and hit me in the face with her purse because she "thought (I) was a guy" entering the girl's bathroom... Sure...
I told my mom it was a volleyball accident and she accepted it as that.
This was the beginning of me being called a dyke and such. It eventually slowed, but never stopped completely. People still assume I'm a lesbian and some assume I'm "planning to become trans" as if that's a thing.
I'm slowly coming to terms with who I am and figuring out myself in areas I'm still not sure of identity wise. I'm thankful for my supportive and oh too sweet friends and mate. :)
So my story isn't all sad. :) In fact, I think I'm personally stronger in ways.
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Pretty cute in there. You got yourself a very lovely smile.
Don't sweat the details of the past by the way. We all had to pay our dues in school. Some get it worse than others, but in the end your past is where it should be. As for those girls. Well, I'm pretty sure they'll eventually mess with the wrong person that wont put up with their shit and get whats coming to them. Those types of people usually revolve around drama and physical altercations with other women.
Don't sweat the details of the past by the way. We all had to pay our dues in school. Some get it worse than others, but in the end your past is where it should be. As for those girls. Well, I'm pretty sure they'll eventually mess with the wrong person that wont put up with their shit and get whats coming to them. Those types of people usually revolve around drama and physical altercations with other women.
I know they're clichés, but they're clichés for a reason. Haters gonna hate, and don't feed the trolls. I learned that the hard way. One of my friends, we both played trumpet, so we sat next together in band like every day, in Geometry, he decided to stomp on my feet one day. I responded predictably, said something along the lines of ouch that hurts or something. After a week, I was sitting at my desk, finishing my homework, he stomps on my feet again. I look up, say "Oh, hi." and go back to my homework. He stomps on my fet again, I look up, "What?" He stomps on my feet yet again, "Yeah, I gotta finish this, if you just wanna stomp my feet, fine." or maybe I said "You want something?" I dunno, it was over twenty years ago. He never stomped on my feet again. Or if he did, I just ignored it, that was maybe a couple more at best, because I don't remember any after that. a year later, at prom, a car was donated to destroy, and he was one of the two people that made a hole in the metal with a sledgehammer. it was an old car too, maybe from the early '80s at the latest, so it was actual metal, not plastic. aso, people thought he was a senior when he was still in middle school. yeah, one of those guys, and I ignored a physical attack. go me, woo *blasé flat tone of voice*
Lol Yeah, my trolls were the pretty girls that most guys went for. I know for sure that one has three kids and was a single mom last I heard. She's only 21-22 like me. Those people made things rough, but because of them I'm a lot tougher. :)
Good that you didn't feed your troll! Stomping on someone's got is a weird way of messing with someone though. lol He wasn't very creative, huh?
Good that you didn't feed your troll! Stomping on someone's got is a weird way of messing with someone though. lol He wasn't very creative, huh?
when I knew him, not that creative at all. we tried Take Five once (you know that one, it's used in some car commercials) and I had problems, so I practiced my part for a few hours until I had it down. next time we practiced it, it sounded like I was the only one that was even close. but that's work, not creativity. figuring out how to make it easy to remember was creative.
single mother of three? yeesh. and that's why the world IQ is slowly falling, the people that have more children have lower intellect, generally speaking.
single mother of three? yeesh. and that's why the world IQ is slowly falling, the people that have more children have lower intellect, generally speaking.
That sounds familiar to me. xD Working hard and getting creative until you figure out what works for you and performing near perfectly while the other person couldn't be more monotone if they were a robot.
Yeah, I seriously doubt she finished high school which is statistically bad for her children's future level of completed education.
Yeah, I seriously doubt she finished high school which is statistically bad for her children's future level of completed education.
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