I just published a very personal, but very needed, post on Medium. You can see it here.
From the age of 10 to 15 I was bullied almost every day.
I was an easy target: fat, wheezy, and a smart-ass. I would dread going to school. In order to skip class I would fake asthma attacks. It got to the point where I actually did get asthma attacks, triggered by the stress of having to face the abuse at the schoolyard. Those years sucked.
The day my bullies stopped messing with me was the day I stood up. I tried to fight back and lost miserably, but they never messed with me after that.
Let me clarify: I am not condoning violence. Not at all. And violence is not what I displayed that day. I am condoning Strength.
Strength comes from a conviction that is deeper and more powerful than any muscle you can build. Strength comes from standing firm and proud of who you are.