I have bullied & have been bullied.  It's cowardice.  It's inflating your ego at the expense of another.  Worse of all it's an evil indirectly sanctioned by the culture.  People who don't fit in, who dress, talk, think, move differently or labeled inappropriate are punished by the bullies who are the de facto enforcers of the status quo.  I pledge my life to overturn this evil.

For as long as I can remember, i've been a victim of bullying in many forms. Whether it was from my parents, peers or sometimes even parents of my peers. I've always had problems with my weight & people would make sure I knew about that. I've been verbally put down for the past 6 or so years of my life. In Middle School I ended up with a selfharm problem because of all the hate that I was getting from my fellow classmates. My problem was serious but somehow classmates found out about it & made even more jokes to the point where I was going to end my life. Going into High School I thought everything would get better because the students would be more mature but I was so wrong. My selfharm issue continued on up until my Junior year (I am currently in the middle of) because I started to realize that I can stand up to people who try & put me down with their words. Most of them hid behind computers & were too afraid to say anything to my face after I had stood up to someone & gotten help from an adult. Being 16 years old, you see a lot of bullying whether it's from the internet, school or even out in public places. I want to help stop this because I don't want anyone to go through the same issues I did. We all deserve to be loved & we all deserve to be happy & have a chance to succeed without being constantly shut down by negative comments. Bullying needs to stop.

Hi, I'm Haley. I guess you can say that my story is not like most peoples. As my hell wasn't in school, it was in my home. I never really was the center attention of bullying in school. Actually, I glorified the hours I was in school. School days were great, I had a friend, decent grades, and always a smile on my face. But, when I would leave my sanctuary to enter my home, my smile would turn upside town. I was a victim of verbal bullying by my own mother. She would call me horrible names. It was almost as if I wasn't wanted by her, that I was a huge mistake, if I wasn't around, not even my mother would care. I mean, she provided me for all of my essential needs like food, water, shelter, clothing, but something was always missing. As the story goes, one thing leads into another. After realizing the hatred my mother had towards me, I began to question what I was doing wrong and slowly started hating myself. I hated everything about me. Everything. I would never leave my room but when I would for obvious reasons, I'd be tormented and harassed by my mother because of how "fat" I was, or how "dirty" I looked, or how "stupid" and "worthless" I was.  It came to the point where I was willing to hurt myself in hoping of taking the pain from the inside and focusing it on the outside. School was now a place I'd never want to go to. My only friend, in which I shared everything with, moved across the country. I was alone. Scared and alone. Scared that I would end up doing something so horrible to myself. Scared that my mind would eat away at me and fuck me over. Scared that my mother would not only insult my appearance but now my mental state. No, I never got help, and I regret that so much. I would go to school everyday, with a smile on my face, and come home to a selfish, penurious mother. Finally, I had enough and did the best thing I could for myself. I confronted my mother. I told her how I felt and how she ruined me. She didn't take my "bullshit" the first time, but after the next couple of times, she opened her mind to it. Now, my mom and I's relationship has never been stronger. Although she still does have those breakouts where I'm once again worthless and fat, but she's still working on it. I'm so proud of my mom. I never thought I'd be able to face her the way I did and I never thought I'd be able to call her my best friend. Please, do yourself a favor and get help. If you're experiencing the same thing I went through. Get help. See your guidance counselor and/ or just confront your parent or guardian head on. I know that if I had never told my mom about the way I felt, I wouldn't be here today writing my story, living my life. You are loved. It may not seem like it, but you are. Please don't let bullying take you down. You are stronger than that. God bless.

-Haley.

Ive been bullied for 4 years, which led into a deep depression which increased a lot during the 4 years... Recently I lost 2 of my closest friends to suicide due to bullying and I want to do the same... I'm one of those "emo" kids stereotypes call these days. I tried suicide a lot, I cut a lot. But ever since the band Our Last Night came out with their new album and I listened to the song "Sunrise" I I'm finding new hope only because of them... Still struggling with my depression and bullying though...

I'm a typical high school boy varsity football and baseball got tons of friends but there one thing I hat to see. I hate seeing kids on the outside by them selves alone and being picked on. I made many mistakes in life but none get to me more than a kid I bullied when I was in 3rd grade im a senior in high school but I remember clearly. I know his name I know how he looked and I don't even know why I bullied him at the time I thought none of it but when I got to high school I had to say something I had to tell him I was sorry but it still wasn't enough for me. my decision of bullying kids was my worst mistake and I don't know why I made the decision myself because I was bullied. now days I just try to stand up for whoever I can I want to help whoever needs it I really joined the bully project to talk to victims of this abuse to help them. were all human and its time we start acting like we are. it doesn't matter how we dress, what we look like, our skin color, and the thing we do were all human we all have emotion, love, and kindness its time we use these things to better ourselves I would like to say if anyone needs help im here don't back down and give up.

My name is Heather. Currently I'm 22 years old and this is my story. I was always overweight as a child and even today. I was never a skinny size two girl. In elementary school I was bullied and teased but those days it was brushed off as kids being kids. Once middle school started I had a hard time. I went to a private Christian school and well needless to say it became my own personal hell. I was tormented daily by my peers. Made fun of for the clothes I wore, my weight and even a mole I had at the time. Slowly but surely the harsh words got to me. By my freshmen year in high school I was no longer this friendly happy girl I used to be. Instead in my place stood a girl who had no hopes left. A girl who daily felt death would be easier than another day of pure torture. Self harm has been something I felt with for years. I started cutting my freshmen year due to the torment I received. It started off simple enough, one small cut to ease the emotional pain. Within a month my arms were covered in fresh cuts and healing scars. I wore long sleeves and sweaters to hide the truth, even in the summer heat. It became an addiction. Proving to myself and those who mentally abused me that their words meant nothing. The only person who could cause me pain, was ME! "I found your razor blade in math class" "I have extra razor blades if you need one" these comments swirled around the halls as I passed through them. Word had gotten out about my dark secret as still, no one cared. In fact it seemed to fuel those people even more than before. I was alone, scared and completely helpless. I begged the staff to help me, do something, anything. But no help came. After freshmen year I moved to a small hick town where everyone knew everyone. So I stood out like a sore thumb. I struggled even here to fit in but finally for the first time in years I wasn't the punch line of every joke. Yes, I was still made fun of and yes still struggled with cutting. But today I'm proud to say I survived. I no longer self harm and the urge that used to take me over is gone for good. When I left my old private school I told my few friends that I held dear "I wouldn't be surprised if someone offs themselves because of the assholes who roam this campus" sadly it wasn't but two years later a freshmen with so much life ahead of him hung himself. I didn't know the boy but I wish I did. I wish I could of told him to hold on, hang in there cause life gets better. No matter how hopeless or alone you feel remember, life goes on. Life gets better. High school, middle school doesn't last forever. It's a few years that in the end will make all of you stronger people inside and out. Someone loves you and cares, even if I don't know you, or know your story I still care. I was once desperate for the angel of death to give me her sweet soft kiss but now I look at each day as another blessing. You are special, you are one of a kind and you are here on this earth for a reason. Don't give up, don't give in. Take a second, breathe and remember; It Gets Better.

Please excuse this story, I submitted it before I was finished

I'm 15 years old, and I'm peruvian, I've had a lot of psychologists from seven years old to one year ago, My Story start when I was 6 years old, My mom and I had a problem with my father, He was in love of my cousin, then they've had a baby, My sister. 
In Those Years I've had a bunch of Problems with mi Father, with my family and the worst thing , See to my mom crying everyday at night. It was hurt , so hurt, My way of be changed totally  , because from this I've started to make damage myself or kill myself 4 times, I remember yet, I was a big girl, in the school was another problem. Was TERRIBLE, the children don't think in you, just say bad words and insults, like HEY big cow ! or hey PIG! , they throwed me papers or garbage ,and If you add to all this the weight problem , Yes I've been bulimic, when I  fall sick, too sick, But in that time doesn't matters with me, and I've forgotten.
I used to going to parties with my best friends, when they lied me , and they made me a really bad thing , and all complicated again.
In that moment I went to the nearest beach of my home, I thought it kill me myself in the sea's water. when I Hear something and I looked up and I Watched a lot of amazing stars so shiny! and thought again and looked down and I can see my face in the sea , and I said, why are going to do this? for who? so I said myself I can be more shiny than the star. them and me are the same wonder of the life !

Now I know What I'm , and I'm Trying to make a new Project with the facebook's profiles with photos that has messages of stop Bullying or Help , I hope that all this project will be good for people who need help a little help.
In two days I'll show you my photo like a example.
Thanks ♥

I am a mother of three children, two girls 16 and 14 and one son 13. My children have been bullied in School before. My son was in Pre-K and the Principal shattered one of his fingers when she used a Patel on him, though I could not prove it. When my disabled daughter was in 1st grade she was pushed off of the school bus by the bus driver (Preacher) The DA would not file on it. The story about my son I am fixing to share is from the week before this past Christmas break. So I do not have to retype all of it, I am just going to re share the story I had already typed.

 

Hi. My name is Sam Smolenski. I'm a junior at Bowling Green State University. I've been a victim of bullying since I was in second grade. Growing up I didn't really have much like the other kids. My family didn't come from money nor did my mom have a great paying job. But we managed. Second grade is when I got my first pair of glasses, I was called four eyes for that year. Also, in second grade I started gaining weight because of the medication I was on. I started being called fat, and that never changed.

In elementary school I was cyberbullied by a girl in my grade. She called me words I didn't know the meaning of, and she probably didn't either. Fifth grade I think. That's when the F word became a part of my vocabulary because it was the word I chose to stand up for myself with. My mom called the police and they said that if it happened again they'd take of it. But in the meantime they said to ignore it. It never happened again, with that girl at least.

Middle school was rough, but I think it is for a lot of people. I was an outcast. I was bigger than some of the girls. I acted out a lot to get the attention that I wasn't getting. I got detention more often than anything. In high school I really calmed down. But that doesn't mean that the bullying stopped. I was still an outcast, still not a size 2. I was bullied on the bus many times, but only verbally. I was always called fat in high school. And I wasn't "popular" because I wasn't blonde, wasn't a bitch, and didn't have big boobs. My freshmen year I was in choir and me and the teacher never got along. To him I was a disturbance to the class and I was a bad influence because I stood up for myself. If someone else was doing something they weren't supposed to be doing in class, I'd copy them to see who'd get in trouble first. It was always me. Then I took two years off of choir, and went back my senior year. It was the same thing all over again. My senior year I wad editor of the school newspaper for the second time and I often challenged the school, so this one teacher wasn't about to stop me from doing it to him. The one person who deserved to be challenged the most. Well, I was only in choir a semester before being kicked out because I was again standing up for myself. The teacher would tell other students not to be friends with me because I was a bad influence. He also told me that I would never make it in a college choir. I was in choir my freshmen year in college and I did great.

Now, I'm in a sorority, working with athletics, and a part of an organization that is raising money for a university gateway into the community.

I stood up for myself for year on end. But there were time that I thought I could make it all end. Time where I thought that committing suicide would have been better for the world. In middle school is when those feelings started to come to life. Then in high school if something went wrong I'd cut my wrist or my thigh. But never deep enough to bleed because I was afraid of my own blood at times like that. But I had a realize my potential. I had to live for myself.

College is much different than the years before. There's still bullying, oh yes that never stops. But you become more aware of what's acceptable and how to stand up for other people you see being victimized. You come to appreciate your own voice too and the power to come to have.

Being bullied put me down. But I'm almost 21 and I'm tired of hearing and seeing young kids being bullied. That was me at one point. I want to stand up for those who are afraid to have a voice.