Guest Submission: Leif Then: 11 years old, 6th grade (first day of school in the US); Maui, Hawaii Now: 26 years old, dual-degree candidate at Harvard University; Cambridge, Massachusetts Being an immigrant when i was in middle school I was teased and made fun a lot because of my accent, and was bullied for being […]
In high school, I was teased for a number of things. My name, the way I dressed, and for my love of reading and learning. I didn’t have many friends for this reason, but now I’m 21 years old, and living life to the fullest. What changed? I did. I realized after years of always […]
I used to get teased all the time, for a lot of different reasons, and I was never considered the “pretty girl” at school. I was never very athletic or good at socializing. But it was during those years that I really started to develop my interests and my personality. And now I think I […]
I didn’t want to cheat so I took my ‘now’ pic with no makeup on. The teasing was relentless. It didn’t really help that I was weird, either. Girls were mean and boys were cruel, but I didn’t really care. To be honest, I think I’d be a lot more offended if someone called me […]
I was that kid in primary school that all the boys avoided, who never had a boyfriend. I was taller than all the other girls in my class and most of the boys. My mum never let me wear make-up or do anything fancy with my hair because it was “unnecessary at my age” even […]
When I was in Junior High School (early 1980’s) I was sporting BIG glasses and was, of course called, “Four Eyes.” I was also a late bloomer, thus teased for looking like a boy. I was growing my hair out because before that time, my mother always insisted on cutting my hair short, and I […]
Junior high felt exceptionally awkward for me, as I continued to grow chubbier instead of growing vertically. My freckles were out of control and my confidence was almost non-existent. The only advantage of being a husky 8th grader was that I had a place as a defensive lineman on the football team. I wasn’t always […]
I remember the days of being shoved into lockers, books tossed out of my hands and the boys who would made sure to call me “four eyes” everyday. As I look back almost 9 years ago; I’m so glad I went through an awkward stage(years). My friends were my friends not because I was rich, […]
