Oh Mama Kat, you always know exactly which topics to pick to get us writing from the bottom of our souls and pulling from all of those memories we try so hard to repress. I’m not sure whether I should hate you for it, or love you for forcing me to be a better person. Forcing me to pour out my innermost pain right here in the blog. Readers, if you want to link up with Writers Workshop, click HERE.
Somewhere around the age of 8, I ballooned into a much larger-darker haired-less vibrant version of my younger self. This earned me the label of “the fat kid.” A label I have been carrying with me my entire life.
After high school things did get much better. I learned how to dress, how to do my hair and makeup, and how to work with what I had. Mostly meaning my cleavage, boy do I have some good cleavage. But even with all of that, those words from high school still stick with you.
I just pledged to help support the IT GETS BETTER project, because it does. Even though the old familiar sting of those words still creep up now and again, and we should put a stop to the bullying and teasing-I am so much better off where I am today than I was back then. I have people in my life that keep me going, that love me, and who I love more than I can possibly say. It. Gets. Better.
Let’s help kids realize that even if they’re being bullied, it isn’t a reason to stop living; and let’s help put a stop to the bullying by teaching our children to love and accept people.