by NOVEMBER » Tue May 01, 2012 2:03 pm
I had an art teacher in elementary school that used to tell me that because I got picked on because I was short. Everyone used to call be shrimp and say that I looked like I wasnt old enough to be in their grade. Sometimes it would make me tear up but I always would try to hide my emotions. My art teacher introduced me to painting at a very young age and showed how I can express myself through my painting when I was having a hard time coping with the bullying. Even though I would try to be nice to the whenever I could they would still pick on me and tell me that I was too little to be their friend. About 10th grade I hit my growth spurt and now I am 6 feet tall and can paint with the best of them. I will never forget him telling me to just kill them with kindness because I didnt understand why I should treat people nicely that hurt me so bad but I get it now. I just cant live my life any other way...