Anonymous
I was 14. I had just gotten my first boyfriend and we were incredibly happy together. The happiness didn’t last as all the boys in the year group started collectively bullying me. I was getting messaged on Instagram by boys I had never talked to before, and they accused me of stealing my boyfriend away from his friends, of being a manipulative bitch, and of thinking that I was better than everyone else. I got bullied for my height and my body. On a school trip a boy told me that my boobs weren’t big enough for any guy to be attracted to me. He said this in front of a whole group of other boys and all of them laughed at me. After I walked away from the situation they spread rumors the next day that I had ran off crying which wasn’t true, and they all said I was sensitive and couldn’t take a joke. It’s been 4 years, I’m 18 now and all of it still haunts me. Every day that I pass by those boys in school they act like it’s all in the past, but I remember every bit of it and it makes me sick to my fucking stomach that none of them are ever going to have to take accountability for the hell that they put me through at the time. I wasn’t a sensitive manipulative bitch with an unattractive body, I was just a girl.