International Day Of Pink

When I saw this on the http://daysoftheyear.com website I thought it was celebrating the color pink and I thought cool my favorite color is being celebrated, then I saw this picture:

I thought that’s weird, why does the color pink have it’s own website and hashtag? Then I kept reading and realized it’s about bullying, transphobia and homophobia.

Now I can’t relate to being bullied about being gay or bisexual or anything like that, I can relate to being bullied for looking different because when I hit puberty I started sprouting hair in places a woman wasn’t supposed to.

My first experience with being bullied about it was from my “best friend”. I put best friend in quotes because this person wasn’t much of a friend to me because she stopped talking to me when she realized I had a moustache.

This happened in the sixth grade and it hasn’t stopped. Now I don’t get bullied by adults but children are quick to point out my moustache and embarrassing me.

The constant bullying as a kid has caused me to have trust issues, bad anxiety and to be introverted. I don’t talk to anyone unless I don’t have a choice. I watch people who have no problem interacting with other people and wish I could be more li in e them.

Hopefully one day I will be able to break out of my shell and be that person, but for now I’m content with who I am even though going out in public is a struggle.

How are you celebrating today? Have you ever been bullied for looking different? Let me know in the comments!

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2 thoughts on “International Day Of Pink

  1. I can relate to your story about being bullied for looking different. I’m so sorry that you were bullied by your best friend. That must have hurt so much, and left it’s mark. I used to be bullied for being overweight. I remember there were long periods of time when I didn’t want to go to school for fear of being bullied. But I think more than the kids at school, it was my father’s fat phobic comments that hurt the most.

    1. I’m so sorry your dad did that. I was lucky in the parent department except for that my dad didn’t understand how bullying worked so he would tell me that if it was a guy they liked me and to also tell them “sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” the dumbest saying ever invented but he had good intentions and I loved him for that.

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