Today you breezed by in a car and collectively yelled “fat ass” at me as I was running past your school. At first, I looked around to see if anyone else was running near me, because if you took a long hard look at my ass, you’d realize that it looks like a pancake. You know the kind, the type that was made for Mom jeans.
Maybe you just meant “PHAT ASS” and I misunderstood? If so, I think you have nice taste and appreciate the kind words.
Something tells me though, that is not at all what you meant.
I’m sure you think I’m just some old woman, but I assure you that I’m not that old. I was your age the last time I heard the words “fat ass” being directed at me. They were paired with some other insults + being pushed against a locker. That shit hurt. Not being pushed, just the words. I cried for days and was humiliated to show my face in school.
Although I was targeted some in high school, I also did my fair share of targeting and breaking down classmates. It actually felt worse being the bully than it did getting bullied. Is this true for you too?
I hope that by choosing me as your target it spared some other girls in your school the negative attention. Nobody ever deserves to hear hurtful words targeted at them, especially during the crucial and sensitive teenage years.
Your words reminded me of how hard high school is for some all girls. Even the ones dishing out the harsh comments have it tough in some way or another. Since you hollered at me (you learned it from somewhere, right?), I’m assuming you can relate to the pain that comes from being the target of bullying. I’d love to know why you keep spreading hate instead of love?
Since I’m just a little older than you and I’ve weathered my fair share of life, I want to give you some words of wisdom (take it or leave it):
- High school is only four short years of your life. For most of us, it’s the worst four.
- Getting through the tough times only makes you stronger.
- Focus on developing skills for whatever lights you up. This will take you so much further than hate ever will.
- Be your weird self. You’ll find the people who appreciate you.
- Spread the message of love. There is at least one person you know that embodies kindness. Ask that person to teach you how to do that. You’ll never be sorry.
- Those mean kids hurt so much inside. Practice #5 with the most with them.
My wish is that somehow this post finds you and for at least one day, you choose to be kind to others. Watch what happens when you become a person that radiates light; you’ll become powerful in a way that inspires masses. For now, practice with the classmate that really needs some love. Walk with them in between class, pass them a funny note or stand up for them when they are being beaten down.
Again, I want to thank you for choosing me as your target today. You don’t know this, but I am a life coach that teaches women how to love their bodies. I practice what I preach day in and day out. Your words didn’t hurt me, not in the slightest. They just inspired me to spread light into the world and send immediate love to you.
Be the light, not the darkness.
Lots of love to you,