Most of the time I spent at McKeesport,
I spent it being bullied. It was hard. I was tortured with comments
like whale or ‘Twinkie Queen.’ I was unconfident and
doubting my body. I would emotional eat, get distressed but still
managed to keep it in. Till the middle of the year, then one wrong
comment and I’d crack and it would all come rushing out, all
the tears I’d kept in, the anger, the hatred, and worst of
all, the feelings I had to hurt myself. Around my 9th grade
year, I’d started seeing the school counselor almost every
week. It helped but not by much. When I moved to East Allegheny
things were so much better. The people accepted me right off the
bat. Teachers grew to like me just like the staff at
McKeesport did. Even after a few months though I still felt new. I
made plenty of friends and learned plenty of lessons and the only
time I cried was the worst week of my life- the week I'd found
out my dad was dead. Shock was finally setting in but I stood tall
and stayed strong. I guess my point is if I hadn’t moved I
probably would’ve either been hospitalized a long time ago or
worse. So thank you to my friends who were there for me through
thick and thin.