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When my sister and I were little around the ages of 13 and 9 my sister would always be picked on for her size. The reason that kids would be mean not only at school to her, but also around the block where we lived is cause she was big for her age. I watched one day as my mother was getting my lunch ready for school, my sister already had taken her lunch box and was standing at the corner I was standing at the door waiting for mine to catch the bus the little boys from around the block starting teasing calling her names and taunting her. I watched as one of the boys took her lunch box and threw it in the street as the bus was coming so her lunch was ruined as well as the box. I got so heated and so upset cause people dont understand the hurt and the pain that they deal with behind close doors that little girl your picking on she goes up to her room and cries everyday and yes food is her only comfort, but shes also dealing with alot more than you know. You dont understand and you have no right to pick on someone just cause your bigger, or smarter, whatever the case may be. So me being the big sis I gave her mine to calm her down and assured her that all things come around you got a lunch and youll be ok. So to all those little boys who didnt know big sis was around big no no. I took theyre lunches the next day and asked them how they felt when i threw it under the bus and when the parents came to the house i told them exactly what went on and if they are proud that theyre sons were bullying then they arent doing theyre jobs right as parents. Needless to say I stood up for her and I would do it again and again for anyone else never judge, those you dont know what they go through, you dont know what they been through and its pure ignorance to bully someone just to be cool or feel better about ones self. For all those that are bullied I feel for you and I am here if you would like someone to talk to or just an ear to hear what you have to say.

When I was just starting middle school I was bullied everyday until I hit 8th grade.I was called names and was abused by other student I thought hurtjng myself would help it but I relized that wasn't the answer. So I told an adult and stood up to the bully they never bothered me again. And the reason that bullies are probably like that is that either they were bullied as kids or they have a hard life and that's the only was can release anger. The other problem is that teachers, other students, and parents don't help they think its just something they deserved or that they can handle it there selves. Its not always like that once your bullied its like no one cares and they feel like can't really do anything that the more the bully does the weaker they get that's why I want everyone to STAND UP AGAINST BULLYING AND HELP AND SPEAK UP TO THE KIDS GETTIN BULLIED.

Hi my name is Gabrielle but everyone calls me Gabs or Gabby. When I was in high school I was a victim of bullying it started my sophmore year nut got really worse my junior year. They called me worthless trash every name that you can think of they called. Of cousre i started to beleive them. It got to the point where I didnt want to go to shool at all and one week I had to miss school the enitre week because I wanted to kill myself it was that bad. My mom went up to the school and talked to my counselor everyone they even got the cops involved. I didnt tell them who because I was scared that those people where going to come after me. I remeber this senior told me why are you here no one wants you here go away so I went home after school and attempted suicide as you can see it failed. I must admitt that I attempted suicde more than once and as you can see through all those attempts they failed. And on top of all of that my best friend was being bullied as well.she was being buloied online and through her cell phone. Her and I got it bad and with my best friend it got to the point where my best friend committed suicide on November 27,2012 its been 1 whole year going through these months without. And thatd how my life went from up to upside down P.S I still think that I dont have no one to talk too that understands whats its like to go through this and lose a best friend due to suicide

Hi my name is Gabrielle but everyone calls me Gabs or Gabby. When I was in high school I was a victim of bullying it started my sophmore year nut got really worse my junior year. They called me worthless trash every name that you can think of they called. Of cousre i started to beleive them. It got to the point where I didnt want to go to shool at all and one week I had to miss school the enitre week because I wanted to kill myself it was that bad. My mom went up to the school and talked to my counselor everyone they even got the cops involved. I didnt tell them who because I was scared that those people where going to come after me. I remeber this senior told me why are you here no one wants you here go away so I went home after school and attempted suicide as you can see it failed. I must admitt that I attempted suicde more than once and as you can see through all those attempts they failed. And on top of all of that my best friend was being bullied as well.she was being buloied online and through her cell phone. Her and I got it bad and with my best friend it got to the point where my best friend committed suicide on November 27,2012 its been 1 whole year going through these months without. And thatd how my life went from up to upside down P.S I still think that I dont have no one to talk too that understands whats its like to go through this and lose a best friend due to suicide

Last night I saw Bully and it had me in tears through a lot of it. It is devastating to know that there are kids and teens that are hurt so badly by others that they are willing to hurt themselves. However, it was also very inspiring to know that there are people who do want to help and make a difference. I am one of those . One goal in my life is to really get involved to make a change. I am the leader of an anti- club in my school and I'm very proud of it. I survived bullying and I want everyone to know, it gets better. :)

My whole neighborhood is being terrorized by an 11 yr old bully. the only way i found out was by the pictures my six yr old drew.

My name is Katelyn im 15 and im a victim of bullying it started when i was in 1st grade they would hit me and call me ugly they said i looked like a boy just cause my hair was shorter than any of the other kids at my school and it was never stopped by teachers...7th grade year my bestfriend who was like my brother was killed bullying kept going...8th grade the same thing was going on the bullies kept going i couldnt take it anymore so i decided i could escape i started cutting i thought about suicide but when my parents found out I was sent away to a hospital called Lincoln Trail spent 3 weeks there when i came home i had to go back to school and it was no different they said go back to were you came from no one wants you here i finally had enough and stood up for myself the bullying stopped and im now helping kids in my community that are being bullied and I just now got my life back in order

I am in the process of writing a book on my experience with bullying.  I was diagnosed as bi-polar in 2005.  Grew up with being bullied in school, but I kept it inside for 40 years because I also grew up with a schizophrenic mother, so I did not trust anyone to help me deal me with what has been going on inside of me for all these years.  To boot, my first wife and I had a roller coaster ride as a couple.  We bullied each other quite a bit, so I internalized it more.

Only since I got married 5 years ago to a very supportive wife can I speak out about my life.  There is much rage still inside of me, but I am tired of having that tempest living in me. Recently I have engaged a tremendous therapist who has helped me make progress.  It's not easy and very torturous to relive the repressed anger I've had all these years, but for me to live the rest of my life with a quality of positive, I must work it out and speak out.

I will be 50 years young next July.  My two sons live with me.  My daughter no longer speaks to me because of the person I was during and after my marriage to her mother.  I am looking to change myself and to help change how the world sees bullying and, mostly, how it affects people---including those who weren't bullied but live with those people who are the recipients of daily emotional and social torture.

We have forged treaties with other countries to not commit this kind of behavior to prisoners of war.  Why do we do it to our peers and relatives?

My heart goes out to all families who are affected by bullying to this day.  I am a survivor who is here to give a mouthpiece to those who survive and deal with the effects of bullying.  END IT NOW!!

I'm currently 22 and pregnant with my first child. I'm happy despite my horrible finicial situation because I know I can give life after years of feeling like taking my own. Around the age of 8 I was sexually assaulted by an older school mate. Being so young I wasn't truly aware of what was taken from me, I just knew I was in pain and didn't like what happened. I told no one, I felt dirty and at fault. The boy however told everyone. For 8 years I was called horrible names and bullied relentlessly because I was looked at as a slut or whore. Teachers did nothing, my friends were few, and I was ashamed to speak up and tell what truly happened out of fear that no one would believe me let alone help me. I tried to kill my self 3 different times and took to cutting myself to numb the pain I felt. Once that stopped working I became a teenage drunk, often showing up to classes either drunk or drinking. Teachers did nothing, parents didn't notice. I felt worthless, helpless, and wasted, I moved to a new school but brought those old demons with me. I told my new friends what had happened to me and they too didn't believe me. They thought it was a ploy to make new friends. It wasn't until I was 17 that I had my first true boyfriend. I spoke with him openly and honestly about my past and the feelings I still carried with me and for the first time in my life someone believed me. I had someone to cry for me and the pain I endured, to not see me as broken or damaged. I owe my happiness to him as he has taught me how to survive through the pain not just live through it. I hope everyone that goes through internal struggles that come from being bullied, being tormented, being neglected, or ignored, learns to survive through it. That pain is real, you are real, don't think of yourself as anything but precious.