I am writing this because it is about damn time I write this article... not to raise my middle finger to you all. I would love to have been able to lift my middle finger to you all in 7th grade, but I choose to be quiet. I'm done being quiet now, and I'm writing this to tell you my story and to be there for all of you who went through the same thing. Without further ado...

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Dear people who picked on me in middle school,

I don't know why you chose to be so mean to me. I don't know what made you feel like you needed to be the bully, and I sure as hell don't know why you chose me to pick on. You picked on me for something I had no control over.

You bullied me for having acne... which, to be honest, every 7th grader had. I just had it really bad. I had seen dermatologists, tried "Proactive", tried to use cover up, tried every acne solution... and none of them worked. There was nothing I could do to make you stop picking on me.

I feared the days we watched things on TV. A proactive commercial would come on and you would all laugh and make those the worst 30 seconds of my life. I feared when we had quiet reading in class because even though the assignment was to read quietly, the whispers about my acne did not stop.

I would get excited about a new seating arrangement, but no matter who I sat by, you still found a way to get to me. I would literally just be doing my homework, and you would try and count how many zits I had on my forehead.

Not once did I cry. Not once did I tell my mom, who picked me up from school every day, that I had a bad day. I never told anyone what you did to me. Well, the story is out now, and I hope you feel the least bit guilty.

It got to the point when you started to call me a monster, and THAT was the only point one of my friends said, "She's not a monster." You would wipe things on my face and then freak out about touching it... only when it got THIS bad did the teacher say to stop.

My friends rarely stood up for me. My teacher rarely stood up for me.

I think this is because everyone ignored you. I acted like I ignored you... and I did. I ignored the hell out of you, but that did not take away how AWFUL it made me feel on the inside.

Regardless of this all, this is not a topic that should be ignored. I have forgotten about how awful you made school for me that year. I pulled myself together and started to live a much better life. I used to be the shy little girl who could not stand up for herself, and guess what? I'm no little girl anymore. I'm Hannah Wilson, and I sure as hell stand up for everything I am.

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bullying actually stopped by 8th grade. I do not think it's because I was wearing makeup then or anything like that, I think it was because I was surrounded by better people. So there's that. It's out for everyone to read. I was picked on in 7th grade for acne.

I want to thank my friends outside of school that I had then for always being on my side; those who I am no longer friends with due to distance, and those who I am still friends with. I want everyone to know that I am so happy I have the friends and life that I do now.

And I was happy then, too. I had awesome brothers that I got to hang out with every day after school, and I had amazing friends who made me forget bad things even happened during my day. My smile was real, and is just even brighter now.

I went on to high school and and became a cheerleader. Once I was "hotter" you decided to interact with me on social media. I let you because I knew my life was going better than yours at that point. I guess you could say, "Karma's a bitch."

I went off to a great college. I transferred to an an even better college (which I didn't know was possible). I picked a major. I joined organizations. I was a cheerleader for 6 years. I learned how to ride a motorcycle. I did awesome things with my life. I guess you could say that I'm blessed.

I found out what I liked and did it. And that is what you need to know.

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To anyone who is being bullied for something so stupid that you cannot control, do not let it get to your head. Let it go in one ear and out the other. Be the bigger person. Know they will get what's coming for them, and that your life will be amazing. Take pictures with your friends, post selfies on Instagram, and be yourself no matter what.

And to those of you bullying people, all you need to know is that you should not pick on someone for something they cannot fix in 5 seconds or less. I heard that saying once, and apparently you never have.

I LOVE my life and everyone in it. I LOVE my friends. I LOVE my boyfriend. I LOVE my school. I LOVE that I have found what I am passionate about, and I LOVE that I get to live this life of mine, despite all you put me through.

P.S. Not a day goes by that a smile is not on my face. I also don't remember the last day I didn't laugh because I am laughing every day. So, please, don't let this article make you feel bad for me and please please do not feel the need to bring it up everyday. I wrote this because I'm strong enough to stand up for myself and others. I am very happy all the time, and it's the most real form of happiness you can imagine.