Corey Nordyke, Site Designer, Assistant Photographer

I don’t care if you don’t think I’m pretty. Being pretty isn’t about being popular, wearing name brand clothes, or how much money you have. Being pretty is about knowing who you are and not caring what people think about you.

I have come a long way to get where I am today. I’m not saying I don’t have flaws because I do. Flaws are what make people different from each other. I used to care what people thought of me, which was a major mistake.

When I was in seventh grade I came out as bisexual, over the summer after seventh grade I came out as gay. The next school year was the worst. Guys would look at me then start talking. I felt like the only friend I had was myself. As the bullying got worse, so did the depression.

My ninth grade year started and I thought the bullying would stop but it didn’t. It was even worse than my eighth grade year. People said it would get better, but it didn’t. I tried to ignore it, but it didn’t help. I wanted it all to end. I was tired of fighting, so I gave up.

Suicide was the only answer I thought at the time, so when my parents were gone, I tied a rope to the upstairs banister. Then tied the other end to my neck. I sat there for a second. Then I got on the other side and let go. But I didn’t want to die. I reached up and grabbed the banister, to pull myself up. I started crying. Deep down I knew it would get better, and it did.

After that year the bullying stopped and it started getting better. I started making friends that truly like me for myself. I soon came out yet again but as transgender. No one was bullying this time and if they did I didn’t care. Because of the bullying, I got stronger, and I started living as a full woman. Now that I feel confident and pretty, I have become more outgoing and made more friends. I’m a senior in high school and I’m loving life. So to others in similar situations don’t give up and let the bullies win because it does get better.