Today I commited to Yummy Mummy I would speak out against bullying. Please visit her most recent post to get the Blog Party started.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
How many times have you heard that chant? How many times have you said it? It's a falsehood. One I swear to not pass down to my children. Words do hurt. Words touch the spirit, that precious place inside us where we find our self worth. Fists leave bruises, scratches, and bumps that are painful, but heal. A bruised spirit is kept secret and the inflicted wounds may never heal.
I wasn't bullied and I don't think I was consciously aware of anyone I knew being bullied in junior high or high school. Other life experiences since have revealed to me the devastating, long-term effects bullying can have.
To the bullied, I would like to say the following... You are not alone. You are valued. You are loved. Speak out. Go to as many people as you have to until someone listens - sometimes our greatest allies are in the most unlikely places. Forgive us who offer pat answers or blow off your situation as, "Normal kid stuff." Bullying is not acceptable and you are not to blame. Suicide is not the answer.
To the ones doing the bullying... I pray your eyes are opened to the damage you are inflicting on others. I pray whatever is the catalyst causing you to strike out is resolved. I pray the hurts inflicted on you are healed. I pray you are filled with such remorse you join the movement to end bullycide once and for all.
