I see you bullying a friend of yours in fourth grade. Your target is wearing white sneakers, and she doesn’t want to get them dirty in the mud. You laugh at her because they’re so glowing white they’re ridiculous against the cut of her not-cool jeans and her squared-off K-Mart t-shirt.
This girl you’re trying to demolish, she’s in special ed. Her bangs are too thick against her forehead. You are examining her, flushed with power, trying to find all her cracks.
I see you. I know you. I know you because you are me…
I’m at SheLoves Magazine talking about choosing to bully a friend—and choosing to stop. Won’t you join me?