Looking down at yet another message, anxiety filled me from head to toe.
You are disgusting, I know where you live, I can see you when you come out of your uni house every morning, the anonymous paragraph read.
Scrolling through, the torment didn’t stop there – vile comments attacking the way that I looked.
Only, despite being frightened by the idea of someone knowing my every move, it wasn’t the first time that I had received a spiteful message from someone that I didn’t even know.
And if anything, it wasn’t even the worst thing that I had heard – I didn’t need to worry.
However, at age 20, I had assumed that the relentless bullying would stop – especially as we were adults.
Ever since entering year four
