My Thoughts on Bullyting

I don't know who's gonna end up reading this blog, or if anybody is going to end up reading this blog, but this is worth a shot.

Bullying. As a teenager, I know all about this. I know how it feels to receive your first scar. I know how it feels to get any scar after that. I know how it feels to start losing hope that one day it'll get better. I know how it all feels. What do you need to know? It does get better. When you figure out who your real friends are, it gets better. Sadly, when you've been scarred so many times, you know how to act like you can shake off any remark, it gets better. Slowly, but surely, it gets better. So don't lose hope. When you lose hope, that's when things get worse. That's when bad things happen.

Ask anybody who's been bullied. I'm right, it does get better. However, scars are permanent. They'll stay with you for the rest of your life. They make it hard to shake off certain remarks, even if they really are just jokes. Sometimes, jokes hurt worst of all. You see, jokes usually come from people who care, but certain jokes, because of your past, hurt. However, if I had to choose between being hurt from scars and being bullied (again) I'd choose the scars. It hurts, but it hurts less.

Nobody deserves to be bullied. Nobody should have to look in the mirror, and not see beauty. You shouldn't see ugliness, or potential beauty when you see yourself. You should see beauty. Unfortunately, not all of us do. Why? Because of scars. Yeah, scars seem to ruin everything.

If anybody who reads this blog is being bullied, talk to me. Let me be your shoulder to cry on, because I've been there. Sometimes, you need a stranger to comfort you. Especially with stuff like this. For with friends and family, you feel it's their job. But with a stranger, they say the truth. And the truth is all I have to say. Remember, it gets better.

Keep Holding On,
Taylor.