Jacinta Dubojski, 39, Canberra, ACT.
Iwas halfway up the stairs when I heard my mum, Ann, call me from the kitchen.
“How was school?” she shouted.
“Fine,” I lied, racing up to my bedroom.
It was 1997, and I was in the first year of high school.
Safely in my room, I allowed the tears to finally burst out of me, after holding them in all day. Why me? I thought, thinking back on all the cruel taunts I’d received.
At 187cm, with curly hair, the other kids called me names like ‘ugly poofy hair’, ‘bigfoot’ and ‘giraffe’.
It made me feel alone and insecure, but too embarrassed to tell anyone, I suffered in silence.
I carried this lack of self-worth into my adult life, causing me to stay…