#standstrong

Let’s get real for a minute. If you’ve ever faced bullying, you know it can feel like being trapped in a nightmare, with no way to escape. I want to share my journey not just to recount the pain, but to show you that you are not alone in this fight. We all deserve to feel seen and heard, and I want to remind you of the incredible strength you hold within.

From my very first day in high school, I felt the sting of being targeted. I just wanted to fit in, to learn, and to make friends, but instead, I became the punchline to their cruel jokes. I remember vividly the lunchroom—my so-called friends were right there, sitting at the same table, trying not to laugh while I was the butt of their jokes. I could feel their eyes on me, but their silence felt like betrayal. Food would be thrown at me like I was a living target, and the laughter that followed was deafening. “Look at her! Can’t she even eat without making a mess?” they’d say, and it cut deep.

The tripping was a regular occurrence. Just walking down the hall, my feet would be yanked out from under me, and I’d fall hard to the floor. The looks on their faces told me everything I needed to know—they thrived on my humiliation. “Why don’t you just go away?” they’d taunt, their words laced with venom. The worst was when they’d yell, “Go kill yourself!” as if my life was a joke to them. Those words echoed in my mind long after the laughter faded, leaving a mark that felt impossible to erase.

And what about the teachers? When I went to them, pleading for help, all I got in return were empty promises. They were more concerned about maintaining their precious reputation than ensuring the safety of their students. “We don’t want to create a scene,” they’d say, brushing off my pain like it was nothing more than a fly buzzing around their heads. I was screaming into a void, desperate for someone to hear me, to care, but the silence was crushing. I often felt like I was fighting my battles alone.

The truth is, those who bully often do so because of their own insecurities. It’s like they have to tear others down to feel better about themselves. But here’s the kicker: their actions reflect their problems, not yours. They’re projecting their unhappiness onto you, trying to drag you down because they can’t stand the thought of anyone being confident or happy when they feel so small.

Eventually, after years of enduring this torment, I made the hardest decision of my life: I left that school. Walking out of those gates felt like shedding a layer of skin, leaving behind the pain that had clung to me for far too long. But even now, I still carry the scars—physical reminders of that pain on my arms, back, and legs. Each mark tells a story, one of bullying and the fight to reclaim my self-worth.

If I’m being honest, I have regrets. I wish I had been braver, spoken up sooner, or had the courage to stand up for myself when it felt like no one else would. I regret not realizing sooner that their words held no power over me. There were moments when their taunts made me consider the unthinkable, thoughts of ending it all creeping into my mind. I let their opinions shape my self-image for too long, and I often replay the moments in my head, wishing I could go back and show them my strength instead of feeling small. But those regrets are a part of my story, and they’ve taught me invaluable lessons about resilience and self-love.

But here’s the truth I’ve learned: those experiences do not define me. Yes, they shaped my fears, and sometimes the memories creep back in, whispering doubts into my mind. But every time I face that pain, I transform it into strength. I refuse to let their words dictate my worth.

To all the girls out there who’ve faced similar battles, let me remind you: you are so much more than their words. You are powerful, resilient, and worthy of love and respect. When they throw food or trip you up, brush it off and keep moving. You have dreams to chase and a life waiting for you that is far greater than their cruelty.

And let me tell you something: you are not alone. There are countless others who understand your struggles, who’ve faced the same darkness and come out stronger on the other side. Embrace your story; wear your scars like badges of honor. They signify your survival, your strength, and your determination to rise above the hurt.

Don’t be afraid to speak up. Your voice matters. Stand tall, refuse to be silenced, and know that you are part of a fierce community of warriors who support one another. Together, we can break the cycle of pain and create a world where everyone feels safe and accepted.

So here’s my challenge to you: when those voices of doubt creep in, shout back. “I am worthy! I am enough!” Because you are. Your worth is not tied to anyone else's opinion of you. You are a force of nature, capable of achieving amazing things.

What happens in Ukraine right now is crime against humanity. It’s not right politically, it has nothing to do with Russia’s safety.

It is now undeniably true that countries like Ukraine are alone because of the secret handshakes between the so called powerful countries. They lit the fire and now they left Ukraine alone to its destiny. They are so ready to give Ukraine up to achieve their own “political achievements” and this is disgusting!

In 2014, Crimea annexation happened and the whole world watched. Now Putin slams his fist even stronger and he threatens a WHOLE FUCKING NATION and whole world again are just watching!

Each and every single one of us are responsible for the deaths of Ukrainian people. May god or whatever we believe in be with Ukraine and it’s brave people!

When you look through the fog you will see a tall strong grain silo standing like a strong tower. Today is the day for you to arise out of the fog and be the strong tower that you are.

I used to be pure a soul full of cluster, Suddenly a day came I became un immoral.

They started slut shaming, they started to blame it was just because of a boy's game.

It's started a year ago like a folk tale, Everything was planned to gain the fame.

As time flew he Acquired my trust, Little did I knew it was all for the lust.

In the name of love he had me undressed, I surrendered my soul, but he only saw my body.

I thought it would turn beautiful but it just fall back, as they had my rumours all in the air.

Suddenly I was the slut with many affairs?

Or the whore who lures every men?

Boy I was sick, I took every chance I could But in the name of love you were just there to hook.

T explained everyone it was his dirty game, But they don't believe me behind the sheet of shame.

I was hurt by his play but not as much by how others saw me as a prey.

I decided to end it and stood for myself but that journey is yet to end.

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