Wear Pink Shirt Day (Anti-Bullying Day) 2010

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As it turns out, I gave away all of my pink t-shirts and shirts when I got rid of most of the wardrobe I used to wear. Given the amount of weight I have lost in the past few months, any of those shirts and t-shirts didn’t fit me. Very frustrating, as today, Wear Pink Shirt Day (the third BC Anti-Bullying Day in British Columbia), I am not wearing a pink shirt. I am in fact not wearing anything pink.

Not because I don’t want to, but because I actually don’t own any items that are of the pink shade. But I do have a personal story associated with bullying that I have shared in the past (those of you who have been reading my blog since its early inception may have read it). In honor of Wear Pink Shirt Day (BC Anti-Bullying Day) 2010, here is my story.

When I was in primary school, I used to be as tiny as a midget. For some bizarre reason, I started growing when I was 17. I am not kidding you. Nowadays, at a my 5’11″ (6′ on a good day) and 165 pounds, it’s kind of hard to mess around with me (well, my height/weight and my martial arts and street fighting training kind of help). Unless, of course, you’re 6’7 and super strong… but I digress.

So back then, when I was short and wore glasses, I was bullied by taller, stronger young men. After all, “I was in an all-boys school and had to learn to fight” (their words, not mine). Many, many times, my brothers (particularly my eldest brother) had to intervene and calm some of these bullies. But I couldn’t have my older brothers always protect me. I had to learn to do it myself.

I have always been privileged in that my parents have always been my best friends, so I needed to tell them what was going on at school. After careful deliberation we (my parents and I) decided that I needed to take martial arts training. Not because I enjoyed kicking people’s butts, but because I wanted to be able to defend myself should I ever need to do so. As a young kid (and to this day), I always tended to be extremely sensitive, emotional and sweet. These were not traits that aggressive bullies would take in a positive light. But I didn’t want to be a victim or a target. I wanted to empower myself and be able to break through to these bullies.

One day (several months after I had started my martial arts training), a guy who had bullied me for a long while started picking a fight with me (Gustavo was his name), right before school was over. I was faced with the choice I never wanted to face – “do I fight or do I run?” I decided it was time to fight back. I grabbed Gustavo’s arm and applied a judo move on him. I threw him over the top of my shoulder and, strategically, forced him to land with his back towards a trash can. I did this purposefully as I knew that would immobilize him completely. He started crying on the spot and ran away from me as fast as he could.

My classmates were astonished. “How could Raul, the tiny little midget, defend himself now? What happened to him?” From that moment onwards, I never looked back, and never had to face another bully. The word was out: Raul was never going to let anyone else pick on him ever, ever again.

In celebration of British Columbia’s Anti-Bullying Day (Wear Pink Shirt Day), after class today I’m going to go and buy a pink shirt. I encourage you to do so, too. Because bullying is simply wrong, and because once upon a time, I had to fight back too. And if you know someone who is being bullied, there are resources out there that can help him/her deal with it.

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