If you’re brave enough to admit you were a highschool bully, do you ever think about that time?

I was bullied in high school.
Not a lot, just catty whispers from the popular crowd and pointing out of my flaws from time to time and lots of smirking because I wasn’t cut out to have the “popular image.” I wasn’t special. Lots of us got the “loser treatment.” Especially when a popular boy decided he liked me, and now the popular chicks couldn’t take it.

I know, it’s like one of those tropes, except it sucked because it really happened for four years.

I’m doing so much better now, but there are days when I just ask myself what my bullies are doing. Are they happy. Did they really turn out to be more successful than me.

Sometimes, with some leftover fear in my heart, I get the urge to stalk their social media just to see how their lives are so much better than mine.

Often, in a social function, I would freeze when the attention is on me. Because I feel like I don’t deserve it. The leftover “social trauma” sucks. And I’m 30.

So — ex-bullies, are you brave enough to come forward and share your bit?