Hi guys, I am Victoria and I am going to tell you my story.
I know you will hate me.
I was adopted and in school I got made fun of for it. In
Kindergarden I had no friends. People thought I was a freak. In
grade one two and three I made friends. They let me eat with them
and play with them during break. But they would always laugh
at me and make fun of me- it became a game . Who can make her cry
hardest. But they were the only people I had.
In grade four I made a new group of friends. They didn't
laugh at me. They excluded me , hit me and blamed me for everything
. I hated myself. Things settled down with them in grade five and
they only made fun of me for my weight. I started to pinch my wrist
. I started self harm in grade five .
In grade six I was invited to a sleepover , the girls ran away and
told their mum to tell them they weren't home. The next week I
was invited to a sleep over again. It was a birthday party. I went
and was having fun. We then decided to play truth or dare. The
girls started daring eachother to kiss and touch eachother in
sexual places. I got uncomfortable and went to sleep. The next week
at school they told another girl who was there at the party but
fell asleep before truth or dare that I touched her and kissed her.
I didn't .
They went to the
principal and the principal called my mum. They figured out it was
false but didn't say anything to the girls who made the lie.
Later on that year I got made fun of even more. People
called me worthless and ugly . They told me I was a unwanted
outcast because I was adopted. In grade seven I moved schools.
Things were looking up untill a group of guys started calling me
names. I just wanted to be accepted . So I went on chat rooms. I
would do anything to be called beautiful. I sexted random guys I
didn't know just to feel like I meant something . My parents
went through my history on my computer and found out. They sent me
to a therapist and my self harm stopped. I was diagnosed with
social anxiety and depression. The bullying died down. Then later
on it started again. They texted me cruel things and I broke down.
I was told to kill myself a lot. So I went back onto the chat
rooms. Guys took advantage of me on the chat rooms and in real
life. It's my fault though . My parents saw what I was doing
and don't trust me anymore. In grade eight I developed bulimia
and anorexia. I wouldn't eat anything then make myself vomit.
My self harm got very bad. I would burn hips and cut them up. I had
a good group of friends but they never noticed. I met a guy and
told him everything. He told me I was a freak. That I was ugly .
All my life I have been the ugly freak. During my life I have
attempted suicide eleven times. I may seem pretty and cool, but
I'm not witty. I am a lie. I am a waste. Now here I am , two
days before grade nine, with burns on my hips, scars on my wrists
and a false smile on my face. My hair may look perfect, my clothing
may be nice, but if you look into my eyes you will see it. You will
see the pain I struggle with. I still suffer from mental illness. I
still have an eating disorder and I still self harm, but this is
me. I know I'm a loser, I know I'm ugly, but I think
it's time you knew the real