A few years back, when I was in secondary school, I used to get bullied a lot — and I don’t mean only mentally. I used to cry a lot. My days were miserable. I didn’t have the courage to fight or even say no. I was dependent on my friends, and they were supportive, but living like that wouldn’t change anything. You are just under someone’s umbrella.
I used to tell my parents, and they filed a complaint to the principal. One day, they called me to look into the matter. I didn’t know yet that my parents had filed a complaint against the bully, but I was happy.
I went to the principal’s office — there were the doctor, the principal, and I guess the coordinator sitting there. I was sitting in front of them, and the bully student was sitting beside me. They said, “Your parents complained to us to look into the matter.” I was just sitting there silently. Then they said, out of nowhere, “Look at yourself — you look like a gangster! Your cuffs are folded, your collar button is open, and you want us to believe that the bully is the actual bully?”
I was quiet, trying to process what they had just said. Then I cried. They sent the bully away without even asking him a single question. I became the suspect — even though I was the victim.
I left the office and went to my room. My roommates asked me what happened, and I just replied, “They were asking for some info.”
The principal should have been happy that a student had reported a bully instead of just crying or fighting back himself — because very few actually go through this process. Most either fight or spend the rest of their time crying.
I became quiet after that day.
The reason I used to dress like a tough guy was because otherwise, students would see me as an easy challenge. And it was perfectly fine.
So, just know it’s okay. Fight them. And I mean — even if it means breaking their teeth or jaw — it’s okay.
Otherwise, you’ll live your whole life like this, with no hope.
Fight for yourself.
You are not wrong, you are standing for yourself.
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