COMMENT

The thing I remember the most about starting school wasn't the excitement of stationery shopping or the jittery nerves of that last bedtime before school.

It was the worried look on my mum's face when she sat with me to tell me about bullies.

I had just turned 6 years old and, growing up surrounded by a loving family, had never had an experience with anyone making negative comments about my appearance. I'd always been made to feel just like everybody else - but mum knew other kids wouldn't see me the same way.

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