Reflective Essay: My Experience With Bullying

In my childhood, I was often taller and heavier than other students in my class and due to this most students picked on me every day. Ordinarily, in those times bullying was just a normal rite of passage. Every morning I dreaded the bus rides to school. The kids would pull my hair and pinch my cheeks on a daily basis to the extent that I had scars on my face and my hair would fall off. My parents could not tolerate the torture and humiliation that I faced, and they decided to change my school to enroll in another private school, but conditions did not change. I hated school, especially the new school where things seemed to be worse.

In this new school that I had joined the guilty party was caught in the act of bullying, but the bully was not

It was after the agonizing times of school that I finally decide to put pen to paper. By deciding to write, I was starting the journey of self- discovery. My heart had been burdened for so long, and I wrote to let out what was in me. I felt that if I did not write, I would finally explode. The writing was the medicine for my broken soul.

I started writing about bullying not to wail about what happened, but to sensitize people about the effects of bullying and how it affects people’s lives.

After setting foot in writing, life started to make sense again. Writing helped me restore my self-esteem which was killed by the humiliation I had faced in school. It was not professional writing however, it was a way to express myself through writing. A place I found comfort and restoration. A place to confess. The blog was also a place to explore different ideas that helped me build my personality. A place where I met new people and a place that I would not struggle to fit in. It is on this blog that I found myself.

Writing has changed me forever, in fact, it has changed me for the better. Writing has changed the way I saw myself in the sense that I came to appreciate my being and despite