I was bullied immensely for being who I was, all through out my elementary and Middle-school years.
I for one was oddly proportioned, XD I was never exactly proportionate. I was one of those oddball kids who had lanky arms though could never grow into them. I've also been skinny, never gaining any real normal weight. Kids in primary school would pull me around by my arms or call me, "Snake"...though I kinda grew to like the nickname as I discovered Metal Gear Solid at an early age. Talking to people has been and will never be my strong point, I'm horribly shy and a bit scary. Its hard for me to even say hello to a person that I'm not all too familiar with. Not to mention my horrible stutter. So obviously, kids in primary school attacked the **** out of those flaws, but I dealt with it. Being a younger kid I guess in a weird way blocked off all of the awful comments directed towards me, I was so naive. So of course As time passed, I went on to second and third grade rather uneventfully. However fourth grade wasn't all that fantastic, I met this girl named Brittney *****, an awful girl who at that time towered over me. She made my life hell, I was afraid to even go to school and gained anxiety. I managed to get through it, and moved on to fifth, then middle school.
That time was the worst for me, I was never left alone. All of the kids who bugged me were now back, and the few friends that I had, moved away. Though during the start of 7th grade, I was sent to live with my mom up in Northern Wisconsin. I saw it as a chance to start over, and for the most part it was. I was actually happy that I had managed to leave behind all of the bullshit, and I was ecstatic. Though that wasn't the case, what followed was racism. The community of the school was very small, only I was a Native American, moving into an all white-school, full of assholes. A number of them were friendly and nice, though a good majority of them were closed minded pricks. The told me that I was a savage, that I should do a rain dance to help their crops. I couldn't stand any of it, and I eventually moved back home to Oklahoma after 8th grade.
I was nervous, I was moving back to my hometown...and I was to start my first year of high-school. A good majority of my old time tormentors were actually at my high-school. Though something great had happened since I last saw them!
I had gotten enormously tall for my age, and my long arms had actually started to look right on my body. I guess it wasn't in their best interests to mess with me.
The haven't bothered to me to this day, not after I made it known that I was not happy with them. I'm currently still in my first year of High-School, and I'm pleased with the way that things have turned out.
Case be said, your bullying can be stopped. Chances are, you won't sky rocket in height, so go tell someone that you trust. Bullying is a ****ed up way to amuse yourself, the problems that it causes later on down the road are terrible.