When I was 8 years old
and my sister was 10, she used to get bullied.
She'd come home from school crying every day because people called her ugly. I don't know why they'd call her that; she's always been one of the prettiest girls I've ever known and I'm not just saying that because she's my sister -- look at my profile picture, she's the girl beside me. So, to get her to stop crying, I'd tell her every that she is beautiful.
Now, I am 13 and she's 15. She doesn't get bullied anymore, but I still tell her she's beautiful, every single day. Seeing her face light up when I say it is the best. I love my sister.