before i begin this post; no, i am not getting bullied by some over sized child or terrorist wannabe. thankfully i cannot remember one time in my life when i have been bullied, but for the past few months i've seen nothing but bullying around me, and it's heartbreaking.
not once have i ever seen something so destructive.
nothing makes me more disappointed or heartbroken than to sit and listen to people as they pick out an innocent human, and slowly rip them apart.
the person doesn't even have to make eye contact, or even be in the same room for these bullies to begin calling them a fat, ugly, or disgusting.
if it makes me sad to hear such destructive comments that aren't even about me... i can't even begin to fathom the amount of tears that would fall down their cheeks if they were in earshot of half the things falsely being pinned against them. and they get these attacks for what?
walking home carrying their groceries, being "too loud" as they attempt to climb the stairs, hands full of books. not being a size zero, or having airbrushed skin. looking a little too happy as they send a shy intimidated smile your way. walking home alone from a eight hour shift they just completed. those all are great reason's to verbally attack someone.
oh, but don't think that if you hide inside at home for the rest of your lives that you are safe from such bullies. they're armed with phones, facebook, myspace, twitter, yearbooks, and their own imaginations to entertain themselves.
i literally become physically sick as i witness criticism after criticism. but it's interesting to hear what happens after the victim is gone. when the computers are put away and the phones are neglected.
the bullies turn against themselves. suddenly they are the fat ugly ones. the one's with a terribly home life, with siblings they've never talked to, or parent's that abuse them. the one's with boyfriends or girlfriends that could care less about them, but they're are wrapped up in their every word, whether it be positive or not. the ones that have few to no friends to come home to at the end of the day and actually have a good time with. they are the ones that at the end of the night wonder what the secret is to the true happiness they allow themselves to open their eye's up to every once in a blue moon.
they're the insecure ones that want to know everybody's secret, but are too busy degrading every human that crosses their path.
they are the ones that will get no where.
they are the true victims.
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