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I hated middle school. I hated my bullies.

I even hate using the word “bully.” The word itself makes me think of juveniles and bad acne.

During those years, there were days I would come home bitter and tearful. The bullying was so bad that even a few teachers would join in.

I left middle school happy knowing that I’d never have to cross paths with any of those people ever again.

So what do you do when one of those bullies messages you on Facebook years later?

When my plants wither, it feels like a reflection of my own setbacks

Taking care of myself and my plants can be an uphill battle

Kate not Katie: Why I dropped the ‘i’ in my name

As I got older, my name started to feel like a too-small sweater

My parents’ divorce stopped me from being the kid I wanted to be. Here’s how I healed.

I realized every family has their own story, and this is mine