Wednesday, October 2, 2013

A Stand Against Bullying

        Growing up with Cystic Fibrosis is not always easy. Since it causes some to be slower to develop and underweight, it led to many problems for my brother specifically when he was younger. When Shaun was in middle school, he was small. He wasn't tall enough to be a basketball player, nor was he big enough to plow through the other boys on the football field. He noticed that he was different and there were others who took note as well. He was shut into lockers, stuffed into garbage cans, and was called the "TacoBell dog" on a weekly basis. What is sad is that 15 years later, he still remembers those terrible days of being bullied. The physical wounds may have faded away, but the shadows of the past haunt
him to this day.                                                      

It breaks my heart to see how bullying effects even the young ones in our society. My nephew is 9 years old and hates his freckles and strawberry blond hair because it is "different". How does he know that at such a young age? Because people let him know; they let him know that he is "different". At 9 years old....

When I was on America's Got Talent with my little sister, I was bullied severely online. Comments on Youtube would read "Your parents need to be shot for bringing 4 sick children into world. Wouldn't they learn to stop after the first one?" or, "You girls are ugly and should stop singing now. Don't you know you're going to die soon anyways?" I would read these comments and they would become very real to me. I believed that I was ugly, that I was a bad singer and that I was inadequate. It wasn't until I was on tour that I got a wake up call that made me snap out of my funk of thinking that I was not good enough. One day before the show, I was sobbing. I had cried all day long and wouldn't get out of bed. I stayed on the bus in my bunk with the curtains closed. My mom tried everything and finally got me into hair and make up. Ten minutes before the show I was still crying. I did not feel good enough to be here. At the time I had led myself to believe that I could not live up to the 10 year old opera prodigy Jackie Evancho, or the next blue man group Fighting Gravity. I had convinced myself I was not of worth. At that moment, Jerry Springer came up behind me to give me a daily hug before the show which had become our routine. When he saw that my eyes were swollen and my face was tear stained, he pulled me in for a hug. As my mom explained what was wrong, he grabbed me by the shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes. He said "Ali you deserve to be here, but that will never be enough until you BELIEVE you deserve to be here. With he walked away, but his words stayed with me. I needed to BELIEVE in myself.

Bullying takes lives, kills spirits and burns out the light in people's lives. We need to bring a stop to this terrible epidemic and BELIEVE in ourselves. I am talking a stand against bullying. Are you?