"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent" - Eleanor Roosevelt
And this is the problem with bullying.
I remember being at school - all twenty stone of me - and trying to creep around the school yard like I could hide. I cringed. I knew I was unacceptable - the ballet teacher had told me.
And even when I stood brave the bullies knew what I was. It was as if they could smell the lack of self esteem, sense somehow my self loathing, my low opinion of myself.
They sensed it and attacked. I was a target - a victim because I was already bullying myself. This was my way of unknowingly giving the bullies consent.