Ever since I was in middle school, people have made comments about my body. It was not until high school that I realized how cruel words can make you feel. Every day I received some form of a comment, whether I was wearing a skirt, leggings, or sweatpants something was always being said that made me feel completely insecure in my body. My junior year of high school, I was sixteen years old, I was walking in the hallway past the area where all of the nastiest boys always stood. One boy pointed at me and said to his friend, “hey, look at that one.” His friend replied, “damn! that one? she bad.”
There was a teacher standing four feet away, and he said nothing.
I felt like I was a piece of meat that was being displayed in a store window, up for grabs. I was no longer even a girl, I was “that one”.
I went home and cried on my couch, thinking about all of the inappropriate things people have said to me over the years and wishing that I had had the courage to stick up for myself. I guess it becomes harder to have self-confidence after someone has made you feel three feet tall despite the fact that you have done nothing wrong. It especially becomes harder when no one around you seems to show any concern or care.