Most of us have been the victim of a bully and if we’re honest we’ve been the bully too. As a woman, a lesbian and a mom bullying is something I think about more now than I ever did as kid. I think about the times could have and should have taken a stand but did not.
I remember the kids who were bullied…daily…
For their hair…weight…height…glasses…clothes.
Who were called gay like it was a bad thing.
Those kids were my friends in early elementary school before we moved to the 4th grade playground.
Before cliques and social status became our overlords.
They were my friends before we all knew who had and who had not.
They were my friends before we knew who was hot and who was not.
I remember the kid who made fun of my weight even though I wasn’t fat.
I remember the kid who threw paper at me during lunch for no reason. He was just a jerk.
I remember that same kid called me pig and made piggy noises at me. Such an ass.
I realize that the little girl who was made fun of for her old lady clothes actually wore homemade clothes. She would be so in right now.
I realize the little boy who looked like he had leprosy actually had cigarette burns on his arms.
I realize I was lucky.
Bullying in all of its forms is harmful and dangerous. There are now even more ways to bully a person than there were just a few short years ago. As parents we have the responsibility to teach our kids that different isn’t bad or wrong. People and friends come in all sorts of packages.
All with something to offer.