I was afraid to go to Greek school and I was afraid to go to Sunday school. There were three girls there that always put me down. They know exactly who they are and I kind of hope that they are reading this post so they know what they put me through. I wouldn’t exactly call what they did to me bullying but it was close. It was enough to not make me want to go to those places. I dreaded when I had to go and face them. What if they made fun of my clothes? What if they called me retarted again? What if I accidentally wore something similar to one of them and then called a copycat? I begged my mom to not make me go. I begged and begged but I had to. I was afraid to speak up, who knows I may have said something they found funny and laughed at me. These girls were the definition of “mean girls”.

Fast forward about fifteen years. I feel like they still look at me that same way. At first I thought I was paranoid, but I know they do. I’ll always know that look that I also got back then.

Now it is different. I am a grown woman with inner strength. I am more confident in myself and don’t feel intimidated around them the few times a year that I do run into  them. If you are wondering what happened to them, they moved away (insert praise hands emoji).

I pray that my daughter does not have to deal with girls like that in the future. I pray that all little girls don’t have to deal with that. No one deserves to feel afraid to go anywhere. I pray that all girls/women have and find inner strength.