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.
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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.
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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.
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