How Forgiving My Childhood Bully Made Me a Better Person

up, I was not the cool kid – and my peers noticed. I couldn’t escape — they
were relentless. They would tease me in the hallways, call me fat and poke my
sides. They would pass me hateful notes in class and watch as I tried to hide
my hot, angry tears.

most of the name-calling happened behind my back. I knew from their glances and
stares, whispered words and pointed fingers. And all of this was just as
painful as the cruel words spoken to my face.

only hope of ever fitting in was to join Girl Scouts. The outdoors were my
escape and I adored everything about nature. So, when I hit the fifth grade, I
signed up. By that time, however, most of the mean girls had already laid claim
to the troop. Instead of finding a safe place and acceptance, I found myself in
the same hostile environment as before.

by the time middle school came around, we moved to a new school district. Only
then did I finally feel like I was accepted for who I was. I certainly wasn’t
the most popular, but at least I had friends and no one to openly harass me.

Finding Forgiveness

wasn’t until college that I realized most of the mean girls I faced in elementary
school were dealing with their own problems — parents filing divorce, siblings
with alcohol and drugs addictions and low-income households.

girls, and others at the top of the popularity pyramid, are just as desperate
to fit in as misfits are. And they fit in the only way they know how, by tearing
others down. These bullies are witnessing and responding to social pressures
and learning how to act by watching their family members’ interactions. Then, they deflect
abuse by abusing others.
They act out to gain attention that they otherwise wouldn’t receive at

quick Facebook search quickly turned up pictures of my childhood bullies, now
fully grown adults. Some were married, some were successful business
professionals and others even had kids of their own. Their smiling profile
pictures stared back at me and I realized they probably don’t even remember me.
So why were their mocking voices still so clear in my mind?

I was still letting their words rule me. The bullies were still affecting my
life. And the only way to silence their voices in my head was to forgive them.
So I did, because, quite frankly, holding a grudge against someone who probably
doesn’t even remember you is absolutely pointless.

Moving On

forgiving might have come easily for me, forgetting has been a different
journey entirely.

can inflict serious damage on mental health,
social well-being and self worth
. So, undoing years of mental and verbal abuse
requires me to completely change the way I see and speak to myself. After all,
if someone tells you you’re fat or stupid long enough, eventually you come to
accept these things as facts.

each day, I consciously
choose to be kind to myself
. I remind myself I am beautiful, smart and worthy of love and I make
sure I tell my two daughters, they too, are the same. Actively speaking kind
words to myself has given me more self worth than ever before. Being a mother
has done wonders for my attitude. I no longer second-guess my decisions or
wonder what others will think of me. As long as my choices come from a place of
integrity and honesty, I can be confident in my decisions and myself as a human

has taught me how to love myself better and, in doing so, love others better.
My bullies’ harsh words came from a place of pain deep inside them. Many adults
still speak from this dark place of abuse and pain. So each day I make an
effort to be kind and show grace to everyone, because every single person is
fighting a battle I know nothing about.

While it may have been a long time coming, forgiving my mean girls was ultimately the best thing I could have ever done for myself, my confidence, and the way I approach difficult people.

Jennifer Landis is a mom, wife, passionate freelance writer, and the blogger behind Mindfulness Mama. Follow her on Twitter @JenniferELandis.



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