Lord so where do I begin. My life is just a book in its self and I would love to share my story with you. I’ll start from the beginning. Elementary school was when it ALL started, didn’t know heading into 4th grade what kind of ride I was in for the rest of my life. I started getting bullied by this kid who constantly would walk around making himself look pregnant and say “ look I’m Kayla “.. every single day he would do this, so other kids would join in and make fun of me. Telling the principal and teachers did absolutely nothing. He continued to torturer me for the rest of the year. 5th and 6th grade where just as bad, I was constantly called names such as “ Lard ass, Fatty, biggums” and many more.. as you can tell I went through hell through those years, not knowing more was coming that was just the beginning. I was heading into middle school now thinking things were going to be different and boy was I wrong. My new name was Piggy not Kayla but PIGGY. Everyone called me that even my own “Friends”. I wanted friends so bad that I let them call me it. I was miserable, sad, depressed and just let it continue. Now I’m headed to high school where it’s supposed to be the best times of are lives, but for me they where the worst YEARS of my life. I became the water girl for the football team and I regret doing that every day. The boys would say “ go get me a cheeseburger, I know you have one on you” . I absolutely hated myself, I attempted suicide 4 times throughout my high school experience. And when you have your own “father” not in your life and that does nothing but degrade you and makes it known that he doesn’t want you , just adds fuel to the fire. If my own father doesn’t love me then no one else will. But I survived all of that I came out on top. I went on to do a tour and shared my story saving young girls lives being there person, the person I always needed. I took a break for a few years, now I’m 22 years old and my story is far from over.. July 21st 2018 my life changed forever.. I was in a horrific car crash, was hit by a drunk driver, they thought I was dead on the scene. I had a broken wrist, neck, Clavicle and the worst of them all is my right arm is paralyzed. It’s been a very rough few months, Learning how to adapt to this new life of only having the use of one arm, the pain is unreal and I’m in pain throughout the day. I get barely little relief. The Hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, it’s like I’m a toddler all over again. And even through this whole traumatic thing I still have haters people who just want me to fail even more . Saying things such as “ Karma is a bitch” and many other things. But I survived again and I’m still surviving, nothings EVER going to break me. I will always come out on top and be a survivor. I hope I’ll be able to help others again and teach them that no matter what to stay strong and believe in yourself. My story isn’t over but I know I’ll win this battle one day.
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Mar 6, 2019
My life story
My life story