I was barely I kindergarten when I realized kids didn't like me. And no, it wasn't because I was more pretty, more smart, or anything like that. It was because of my fragile personality, I can easily start crying.

In kindergarten, I had NO CLUE why I began to cry! It was only during the time when my teacher, who was big in size and a bit old, had to be gone for half the school year. Only because of a heart issue she had. I would constantly cry, and make stupid excuses for it. And I never told my parents...

In 1st grade, that's when the bullying began to start. I was known as the "crybaby" and kids got mad at me for it.

You guys played handball when you were younger right? Well, I used to play that game a lot, but the kids were always better than me, and got me out because they felt that I was a bother in their game. They accused me of hitting one girl, and I got a note home, thank god my dad believed me. And I always had a anger issue with my classmates, because they hated me.

2nd grade was a total middle finger to my face, because kids didn't want me in the class, and my teacher was a big meanie. They got mad at me when our first grade teacher died, got mad at me while playing with them, and the teacher told me to cry her a river, literally screaming at the top of her lungs.

3rd grade was worse, everyone in the class would scream and talk crap about you out loud, and the teacher allowed it. It was a living hell for me...

Luckily I found Jesus that year, well I knew who he was but not what he's done... Because I think I wouldn't be here right now... Thank god I have a awesome uncle and grandma who takes me to church... I felt different when I came back. I wanted to talk about God constantly! But that faded away after a week...

4th grade came, I cursed a lot, was mean, self conscious, dressed like a boy. Basically all my former teachers I had retired, one passed away. This teacher was nice, one kid told me I had a mustache, still cried, was always left out by my only "friends." I felt, hated, unloved, betrayed, I didn't know the true God at the time.

I never ever told my parents or my family, or anybody at all. I was to afraiid of getting made fun of, or get mad at, because that's all I get at school... I was never happy with myself, never found myself pretty, even till this day!!! I never had the courage to deal with friend problems or anything social.

But God heard my cries, and knew my pain, he knew my heart... And convinced my parents to move to another city. I was happy and couldn't be any more happy. But I never thanked God for that until now.

At my new elementry school, 5th grade, I gained true friends, I cried very little, made true best friends. I was called pretty and beautiful, which I still don't believe till now.

I was finally happy! My dad began taking me to church during the summer after 6th grade. I finalky knew God.

I'm currently in the 7th grade going to 8th grade soon. I smile at least everyday, no matter what problems my best friends bring me. I have a guy bestfriend who cares alot about me, along with my dog whos stuck with me from 3rd grade, and my other 3 bestfriends, who are girls. And I couldn't ask god for anything more!

I might've skipped out on some things, but these were the ones that scarred me the most... I hope this reaches out to many people, I don't want people to feel alone.

My advice to all you victims, keep faith in yourself, keep your head up, stand up for others, love unconditionally, seek God, and smile...

God bless you all,

Cat-lyn (meow)