I was bullied

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                                                     Bullied
 
 
That takes me back in my youth days, I was a victim of being bullied.
It started at a young age even before I entered school.
My peers would make fun of me, just because the way I looked ie.,  my
size, I developed very early.
My mother was from the old school, she didn’t believe in a lot of the things,
that a young girl; should have to take away from being exposed to others.
I was truly embarrassed, girls and boys would laugh at the site of me. I
would try to hide myself, I would cry when I was alone.
As I matured I entered school, it continued, my self-esteem was so crushed.
I enjoyed track so I start running, my teachers were so impressed with me;
So I start participating in different types of events.
440 relay 220 relay I was the anchor, due to my speed.
I was getting stronger and start forming muscles in my legs, so I went further into the
track and field. I became a high jumper O my I had mastered that, I was jumping
fairly high, I started at the low point by the end of the day; I had reached a record mark
5’9.
Thereafter I was officially on the track team, I was getting ribbons left and right. 
There was a particular time, I wanted to go skating, but there was going to be a track
meet going on; I really wanted to go skating.
My coach wanted me to participate bad, he said I will pay your way to go skating; just
please perform for us we need you.
I did go to the meet, we won, also I felt like a double winner, I had the opportunity to do
both. (track and skating).
I felt so good about what I had accomplished, I was on top of the world; I was getting
credit for what I was worth.
I was so happy, but out of the blue, two of my family members start making fun of me;
saying you have boy legs.
That tore me up, I start reflecting on, the things I had went through earlier in my life.
It was now time for me to enter high school, I swore I would never run track again; I didn’t.
See what I did I allowed others to control my destiny…
But on the flip side, who did I have to turn to, that made me feel comfortable with.
This goes to show everyone needs a mentor…
To this day I regret that I allowed that to happen, then again what could I do, during
those days and time everything was such a secret; no one wanted to admit that” THEIR”
child was going through something.
I was heading towards fame, another Wilma Rudolph, or just a star, of my own doings.
In my adult life I found out, those family members was jealous of me…
To continue I entered high school, what a rude awakening, I was heading again down the
same road, where I had came from.
I was picked on by whoever it really didn’t matter, I was just the butt of the joke, I was
very shy; so that didn’t help.
I do remember a certain incident when a peer put a thumb tack in my chair, I sit on
it. O my I was so humiliated and hurt feeling and  I don’t have to explain that one.
As time went on I would be called buzzard, due to my name is Ruthie, there was
a comedian name Ruth Buzzy; but the peers took it to another level and make it
to be a joke to put me down.
In essence things just got worse and worse, but I survived, but I had to take a lot;
I didn’t know where to turn.
The grace of God has allowed me to make it through all this torment.
I was a victim of being bullied, I am so glad today they have controlled those effects.
The children that are getting bullied have somewhere to turn, and it not allowed to
bully someone.
 In closing I feel it my job to step forth, and say what I went through, in the same token, I am healing my soul; and telling whoever read this you can overcome….
 
 
 

Bullied That takes me back in my youth days, I was a victim of being bullied. It started at a young age even before I entered school. My peers would make fun of me, just because the way I looked ie.,  my size, I developed very early. My mother was from the old school, she didn’t believe in a lot of the things, that a young girl; should have to take away from being exposed to others. I was truly embarrassed, girls and boys would laugh at the site of me. I would try to hide myself, I would cry when I was alone. As I matured I entered school, it continued, my self-esteem was so crushed. I enjoyed track so I start running, my teachers were so impressed with me; So I start participating in different types of events. 440 relay 220 relay I was the anchor, due to my speed. I was getting stronger and start forming muscles in my legs, so I went further into the track and field. I became a high jumper O my I had mastered that, I was jumping fairly high, I started at the low point by the end of the day; I had reached a record mark 5’9. Thereafter I was officially on the track team, I was getting ribbons left and right.  There was a particular time, I wanted to go skating, but there was going to be a track meet going on; I really wanted to go skating. My coach wanted me to participate bad, he said I will pay your way to go skating; just please perform for us we need you. I did go to the meet, we won, also I felt like a double winner, I had the opportunity to do both. (track and skating). I felt so good about what I had accomplished, I was on top of the world; I was getting credit for what I was worth. I was so happy, but out of the blue, two of my family members start making fun of me; saying you have boy legs. That tore me up, I start reflecting on, the things I had went through earlier in my life. It was now time for me to enter high school, I swore I would never run track again; I didn’t. See what I did I allowed others to control my destiny… But on the flip side, who did I have to turn to, that made me feel comfortable with. This goes to show everyone needs a mentor… To this day I regret that I allowed that to happen, then again what could I do, during those days and time everything was such a secret; no one wanted to admit that” THEIR” child was going through something. I was heading towards fame, another Wilma Rudolph, or just a star, of my own doings. In my adult life I found out, those family members was joking. To continue I entered high school, what a rude awakening, I was heading again down the same road, where I had came from. I was picked on by whoever it really didn’t matter, I was just the butt of the joke, I was very shy; so that didn’t help. I do remember a certain incident when a peer put a thumb tack in my chair, I sit on it. O my I was so humiliated and hurt feeling and  I don’t have to explain that one. As time went on I would be called buzzard, due to my name is Ruthie, there was a comedian name Ruth Buzzy; but the peers took it to another level and make it to be a joke to put me down. In essence things just got worse and worse, but I survived, but I had to take a lot; I didn’t know where to turn. The grace of God has allowed me to make it through all this torment. I was a victim of being bullied, I am so glad today they have controlled those effects. The children that are getting bullied have somewhere to turn, and it not allowed to bully someone.  In closing I feel it my job to step forth, and say what I went through, in the same token, I am healing my soul; and telling whoever read this you can overcome….


Submitted: March 10, 2011

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