How can you not care of what people say about you?

Answer 1

Just Let yourself know of whatever they call you isn't true. I doesn't matter of what people think or say. Kids are cruel they say things without thinking people even say things even if they don' t mean it.

I got call werid so many times, hit, Played pranks on, and embarrased

Answer 2

You can focus on your own opinions and values, remind yourself that people's opinions are subjective and not always accurate, and surround yourself with supportive and positive influences. Practicing self-compassion and building self-confidence can also help you care less about what others say about you.

Answer 3

Edit: I know this is along story so bear with me Ok so I have a long story to go with this question so just bear with with me:

Throughout most of my life, I have been bullied. It all started in 3rd grade, when I moved to a new scold and became the new kid in town. From the day I moved there, people started making fun of me that I had long "woman" hair for a boy and that I only had one friend who was a girl. Throughout elementary school, I stood close to this girl while other people called me gross and couldn t stand being my partner for certain class projects. This, one a way, made me mature much quickly than the other students. I graduated middle school and the bullying didn t stop. I made a few new friends but most of them were girls unlike this one guy who was a gamer like me. Body odor soon became a problem with me considering the fact that I chose not to shower cause it was hard to handle with my now longer hair. So people made fun of how bad I smelt and how nasty my hair looked. So throughout 6th grade and 7th, I was always scared of walking down the halls, thinking that people would nudge me on that too. Everyday this happened to me... I soon transitioned into 8th grade and started to realize that I had some sort of attraction to other guys. I soon developed a weird stomach problem where my stomach would start sounding like a whale during class and this gave the bullies another thing to make fun of me about. So for another year, I stood and walked more scared to the point where I became suicidal. In the middle of eighth grade, I become homeless, moving from hotel to hotel, but staying in the school. Be in mind that I ve seen the same people from 3rd grade go into my middle school. I started to take lesser and lesser showers and didn t graduate middle school (I transitioned into high school, but didn t get my diploma or walk up the stage with my other friends). That was the longest summer in my entire life. During the summer, the fear of inevitably getting bullied again in high school became too much of a terrifying thought to me so I destroyed the thing I loved most. I cut all of my long hair and in exchange, people gad forgotten that I went to school with them and I was able to start fresh. I still had troubles with body odor so I started using deodorant and cologne. That helped. The memories of being bullied traumatized me and I always replayed those images in my head to the point where I had wanted to commit suicide. I was seconds away from gulping down a whole bottle of rubbing alcohol, but I chickened out. I soon threw the bottle and broke down in tears on the bathroom floor. I was soon transported to a mental hospital where it was cold, and people were evil and vicious to one another, something that I was not. So I asked my mother to get me out of that hell hole, where the price was to say one thing I learned while there. I didn't learn anything there so I made up a story on how life is important and stuff, and I was free to go. That summer, I told my best friend I was gay and when I started my 10th grade year, I told everybody I was and I was supported by mostly everyone besides maybe 1 or 2 idiotic students. Life went pretty normal that year. But this year as my junior year starts, I started to be more obsessed I looked, I bought many lotions, chap sticks, deodorant, clothes, shoes, brushes, conditioners, shampoos, soaps, everything to look PERFECT. I'm still scared of people judging me behind my back to the point where I try to isolate my real self away, and pull out this fake me in my place. Everyone seems to love my fake me more. I am still haunted by the times of constant bullying and changing myself to be loved. The images of gum getting tossed in my hair or being picked last still run through my memories. So now I may ask, how do I stop caring what people think? How do I stop worrying about people judging me and finally allow myself to forgive those who bullied me so much to the point where they sent me to a mental hospital? email me at waysasmith@Hotmail.com if you have an answer. Thank you