We are all bullies.
And no,
I’m not saying all of us pick on others targeting the weak, or the small, or the vulnerable.
I’m saying that most of us bully ourselves.
We pick on our weaknesses, where we feel small, and attack ourselves wherever we have soft, vulnerable spots. And we know where those are all too well.
We are all bullies.
In the way, we look in the mirror and sneer at what we see.
We squeeze our flab and berate ourselves for not being closer in size to that runway model, that does the same to herself.
We put ourselves on strict diets.
We watch everything we put into our mouths and when we don’t—
we bully ourselves.
Because we are all bullies.
We run ourselves rampant, trying to do it all.
And when we can’t, because we can’t do “the everything”—
we loathe.
Because when we bully ourselves, we feel we’re not good enough: not good at anything, not smart enough, and we shouldn’t even try.
