I never really thought social media was important. The first time I ever made a social media account was in sixth grade. I noticed my older sister had made an Instagram, and I wanted to post pictures on it too because, I was jealous: she had an account, and I didn’t. The only things I would post were about my birthday or just random memes since they were funny. Since I didn’t have a phone, I only checked my account every few days on a shared tablet. Once my sister got her own phone, I started using the tablet as mine but still only went on my Instagram account for 30 minutes to an hour after school. I still felt that there was no purpose to social media.
One day in spring of 6th grade, I did something I thought I would never do. At this time, I was 12 years old; I was a very young, shy, and introverted girl when I started getting bullied. I really don’t know what I did to deserve this bullying, but it happened, and it’s a part of me. I was mainly bullied for the color of skin. There weren’t many Indian students in the school I went to, so that was also another reason the students like me got picked on. It was sorrowful because my own peers, boys who were in my class made fun of me for everything and anything they could think of during the school day: foods I ate, the clothing I wore, and my accent. Even though I was born and raised in America, I was still treated as an outsider. It was hurtful, and I didn’t do anything about this bullying, at first. I was heartbroken. Continue reading