I was bullied since third grade. My first bully was my own step sister. Her friends and her made fun of me for weird reasons! I had shorter hair than most girls and I played with boy toys more than girl toys. I was a tomboy. Born and raised with a father who taught me baseball and football plus a little bit a wrestling. I was the closes thing he had to a son. Through the years it got even worst. Fourth grade wasn't as bad but sixth grade was the year when the words came home with me and I couldn't get it out of my head. I've always loved having short hair it looked good on me. In seventh grade I got a really short hair cut like Ruby Rose type of hair cut. I walked into homeroom and everyone looked at me and started whispering. I knew it was about me. Everyone kept calling me a lesbian or a fagot or a homo. Girls would hurry up and run away when they saw me. I only had five real friends that are still by my side. It never really calmed down at all but I got to the point where I didn't care what they thought of me. My family and couple of friends still love me for me and that's all I need to keep living in this world.