As a young girl, I experienced
many hurtful things that I would love to forget but somehow can't since they
have been etched into my memory. Now as an older wiser woman who is a mother
and motivational speaker sharing life's experiences, I am inclined to recall
these memories so that my journey in personal growth and development, can one
day inspire someone else to face their deep
dark secrets.
Because it exposes my countless moments of weaknesses, it is hard to admit the fact that I was the victim
of bullying as a child. If you've ever been on the receiving end of
intimidation from other children, you may have experienced an overwhelming
amount of emotions. Fear, anxiety, and loneliness are just a
small fraction of what I went through and how it affected me as I got older.
In grade school, I remember being
approached and asked for money by a much bigger and older girl.
At the time, I didn't think a great deal of it
since I was familiar with her and her family.
But shortly after, the request became frequent
followed by threats if I didn't have the money to give.
I took money out of my piggy bank so I
wouldn't have to deal with the consequences if I showed up to school empty
handed.
It got to the point where I
would wish the girl was sick and hoped she didn't show up for school or I would
methodically choose areas on the playground that were out of view so that
she couldn't find me.
Things finally
came to a head when she took my new Mickey Mouse watch that my parents had just
bought me. When I returned home without it, that's when my parents became aware
that something was wrong. My dad talked to the girl's mother, I got my watch
back and eventually she left me alone.
But this wouldn't be my last
experience with bullying type behavior. In high school there were several
African American boys, but one in particular, would tease me about my thick lips which his taunting then brought on more unwanted attention from other classmates. My self esteem
was already low, but being ridiculed by a male of my own race didn't help,
especially when he had the same predominant African American features.
I didn't look forward to attending that class and when I stepped foot in into the room I had to mentally prepare myself for combat. With my pride on the line, back against the wall and tired of his name calling, I would retaliate with a barrage of foul mouth
language which disrupted the class even more.
I was so angry, but deep beneath that, I was
hurt and confused.
I had already felt
like an ugly duckling and the fact that someone who looked like me, let alone
society, portrayed my features of thick lips, dark skin and kinky hair as unattractive
was a lot to bear, especially for a young girl.
Having low self esteem and a need for approval made me susceptible to the
pitfalls and games that guys played in the quest for sexual pleasure.
I wanted to believe that I was attractive to
someone and so the comments and attention I would sometimes receive gave me a
false sense of security therefore I gave my mind, body and heart freely.
Overall, I was naive about boys, so called
friends and life in general.
I didn't
realize the natural beauty that I had possessed inside and out until I was in my mid twenties at which
time I began to embrace all that I didn't like about myself.
I was beginning to see myself as a swan so to speak.
Those that struggle with self doubt
and acceptance throughout their younger years may often find themselves dealing
with another form of bullying which is domestic violence relationships when they get older.
Such was the case in my last relationship
prior to my marriage.
In the beginning,
things seemed like rainbows and lollipops, but it didn’t take long for the true
colors of my ex-boyfriend to show.
The abuse
was gradual and lasted five and a half years before I woke up and said no more
to being his verbal and physical punching bag.
By the end of that relationship, my self esteem had plummeted and I felt
like I was the ugliest thing walking the earth.
How could someone who professes their love for me, intentionally use the
very same self conscious flaws that I had against me?
Fast forward seven years, I can
say that I am in a much better place.
It
has taken some time to love and nurture my past wounds but I am getting there, I
am a constant work in progress.
What I
realize now about the bullies in my past is that their spirit was broken and they
too felt self conscious about themselves in which they then projected their pain
onto others.
That’s what bullies do,
they target those that are spiritually, mentally, emotionally and physically
weak and intimidate their will upon them.
So parents, guardians and care
takers I leave you with this challenge.
Take off the blinders, stop being self absorbed and address the issues
that our young boys and girls are facing today.
Teasing, isolating, hitting amongst many other bullying tactics are not
ok and are not just child behaviors that they may eventually grow out of.
Bullying or being bullied can have short or
long term effects.
The topics that you
and your child should have will be uncomfortable but must be discussed.
Although it should be the duty of both parents, fathers
especially, have a responsibility to not just love your daughters but to nurture her self
esteem as well.
Help her to be wise in the ways
of the boy across the street with raging hormones.
Setting a foundation of self love will be pivotal
when those young girls turn into women and face even greater challenges.
Mothers, set the example for your sons, showing
them qualities of what a woman is supposed to be like.
It is these qualities that will help guide
him in the pursuit of a worthwhile and fulfilling relationship.
But at
the end of the day, taking a genuine interest in your child and being a role
model starts at home.
Best believe if
you don’t, society will and it may not be positive.
