I have this school assignment to think about ten things I like about me.... and I can't think of anything. People are telling me: "You're a good singer" "You draw really well" "You're funny- scratch that, you're hilarious!"

But those are their opinions, not mine.

What I like about me: I have a good imagination, and I can stand up for myself.

Correction: That imagination gets me in trouble.  I space off, people get mad at me, and people feel like I don't care about them.  And I can't stand up for myself.  I'll take any hit, any punch, feeling like I deserve it.

I feel like the only thing I'm good at is standing up for my friends.  You can hit me, you can tell me I'm a slut or a whore or whatever, but you do anything that hurts my friends, and BAM!  There goes your life, bye bye.

Bottom line: I don't like who I am.  But I'd prefer to be myself then someone else.

Sure, I have imperfections, but doesn't everybody?  And no one really ever has an imperfection or a flaw.  It's just part of who you are.  No one's perfect, but no one's got any flaws, either.

This brings me to something else: bullying.

Why does it happen?  Well, the bullies might have been bullied themselves, or (here's the kicker) they're jealous.  Of you.

I know, this might be hard to believe, but it's true.  They're jealous of something you have, something that they don't.  It might be looks, or attitude, or a good family.  Maybe friends, activity, or maybe they like you, as in they have a crush on you but don't know how to say it.  I bet I could come up with a thousand reasons why you're bullied.

Everyone's bullied at some point in their lives.  Hell, even I was.  Some people might be surprised to know that I drew myself away from kids.  I didn't trust anyone.  I had no friends, at all, until about 3rd grade, when one person drew my walls down.  This person just so happens to be my girlfriend now. Firecatviolet, I'm looking at you.  Love you, Kitten. <3

Violet drew my walls down and later introduced me to my closest friend I have now, RubyWings4.  Sup, Ruby.  Later, I learned to stand up for people, as well as myself.  (I still don't really do a good job at standing up for myself...)

So, remember, every time you feel bad about yourself, you aren't perfect, but who is?  And you aren't full of flaws, either.  Remember.