Most of the time I spent at McKeesport, I spent it being bullied. It was hard. I was tortured with comments like whale or ‘Twinkie Queen.’ I was unconfident and doubting my body. I would emotional eat, get distressed but still managed to keep it in. Till the middle of the year, then one wrong comment and I’d crack and it would all come rushing out, all the tears I’d kept in, the anger, the hatred, and worst of all, the feelings I had to hurt myself. Around my 9th grade year, I’d started seeing the school counselor almost every week. It helped but not by much. When I moved to East Allegheny things were so much better. The people accepted me right off the bat. Teachers grew to like me just like the staff at McKeesport did. Even after a few months though I still felt new. I made plenty of friends and learned plenty of lessons and the only time I cried was the worst week of my life- the week I'd found out my dad was dead. Shock was finally setting in but I stood tall and stayed strong. I guess my point is if I hadn’t moved I probably would’ve either been hospitalized a long time ago or worse. So thank you to my friends who were there for me through thick and thin.