Back when I was in grade school. That whole year, from my 2nd to 6th year in grade school, all the kids in my school. I mean, The whole school. They bully me. I am their number one target. The masterminds are on my class, so every morning, when I go to school. When I enter that gate, it's like I'm entering the hell already. They always know how to start my day, worst. First, they'll wait for my arrival, and when they saw me coming, the next thing they will do, is block the door to our classroom. And I fought to get in, but they were so strong. I really fought, but nothing seems to happen, so what I do is I will wait for our teacher to arrive, and that is when I get into our room. And through out the day, all they do to me is to call me names. They throw my stuff in the trash can, and they throw big bottles at me. They hurt me, they abuse me, they make fun of me. And everytime I get to speak in front of the class, they will embarrass me, every single time. And even few of the teachers do. And it hurts. That is why my confidence broke. I used to be so strong, so confident about myself. But everytime they open their mouth and criticize me, that is where my confident starts to lower down, and it came to the point where nothing left. I always wonder, what did I ever do to them, to deserve this kind of treatment from them. They think it's fun. Yes, for them, whose bullying me is fun, but for me who's being bullied is no fun, it hurts. I always wanted to escape. but I couldn't, because everywhere I go. It's the same treatment. Now I am in high school, I am now senior. I met this guy, he's sweet and kind. We always talk, and I open up to him about the bullying that I am going through every single day. It's been going on for almost 7 years. And do you know what he said? He said that I am strong. At first I didn't believe him, I mean, why did I become strong? I was bullied, and still am. But he said, that I've been bullied for 7 years, yet you stand strong, like nothing is going on. That smile on your face, the strongest smile I have ever seen. And because of him, I finally realize that, they can bring me down, every time. But I will get up, and I promise you, that I will become stronger once I am up. And yes, I will let you take my confidence away, and I don't care. Because I can get them back, but with more. 

So, everyone, always remember. They can always break you down, they can always hurt you. But they can never be stronger as you are now. Always remember that it's okay to be hurt, because being hurt what makes us more stronger and fearless. We can always look back to those people who hurt us in the past, look back and said to them, "You have brought me down once, but not this time. Because I am more stronger that you thought." Actually, in my opinion, I thank those bullies, because if not for them, I wouldn't be stronger like I am today. Stand up, don't stay down. 

Once they broke you, build up. Be strong. 

I have never shared this with anyone, not even my parents, but when I was about 8 years-old my best friend and other of our friends started picking on me, calling me names and telling that I wasn't worth being friends with anymore.  It really hurt and I couldn't understand why they were being so mean because we had been friends for a long time.  After that day I became cautious of people and have not had any really close friends since.  I am 27 years-old now and that day has stayed with.  It has made really hard for me to make friends and keep them because I am afraid that the same thing will happen.  It doesn't just happen to young kinds either.  A couple of years ago the only friend I was somewhat close to told her parents lies about me.  We aren't really friends anymore.  I may be an adult now but it still hurts now just as much as it hurt when I was little.

Its not easy for me to talk about this but i am a victim and i think it is time for it to be stop i cant even go one day without being pushed into walls or being called horrible names its gotten to that point where i am cutting my wrist where i feel like dying i dint want to be around anymore i hate going though this everyday of my life i have told the school told the police my dad has been down to the school many of times but nothing seems to be getting done so thought i come here for help  

i was in 2nd year that time when i experience bullying.....everytime i go to school....almost everyone in my classroom talking about me.... some of my friends told me....that they were calling me "stupid,whore,useless and etc."

because of that i dont want to go to school anymore....but my bestfriend told me....that i have to be strong ....that i just ignore them but if they start hurting me physically .... i really need to tell the guidance office what is happening....

So I'm going back to school in a few weeks, some people are also, and some are already in school. I'm going to high school, I am a bit worried because I don't many people but I do know a few people that are going to the same school also, anyways my point is this is a new year if you are shy people will point that out. Be yourself all year and it will be best ever. If the best kid in track is somebody ou don't know, and you know you are faster you join the track team, yes you will get messed with but that is because people wanna be you. School is hard, it will always be but you can change that by NOT letting othetrs bring you down much love all the people that struggle with bullies and I pray things get better

DEDICATED TO ALL THE CHAMPIONS AGAINST BULLYING

My name is Richard Noble and I walked the Rainbow flag across the United States as a response to the deaths of so many who have suffered long enough from the senseless acts of bullying.

They said to me, "You're going to get killed". I said, "I'll take that chance but I am going to walk the Rainbow flag across America for all those gay kids who are bullied and all those who aren't gay for using gayness as a reason to bully-all the way across the nation". Maybe I was crazy. Actually I had spoken about doing something long enough. I have the scars on my wrists. I was a homeless gay youth in Hollywood. I felt the pain.  I was not going to let another kid go by, another day go by without doing something that yelled from the mountain tops and spoke to the Gods that SOMETHING had to be done to STOP bullying. It's been a little over a year now since I completed walking the LGBT Rainbow flag across America. I did it for you. It took 15 months to cross 10 states while wearing out 8 pairs of hiking boots. I was not killed, beat up or robbed. I spoke to schools, city councils and state and federal legislators about civil rights and equality, lots of newspapers too! It was my prayer that one day America would know I walked the Rainbow flag across its first nation....but the national media had the presidential election to cover so I was left out. I did although take every opportunity to have the Rainbow flag photographed for as many news papers across this country. You can stand up and speak out and not be a victim of bullying ever again. I did and it was so much fun. I ran with wild horses, caught my first lightening bug, slept in my tent in the desert and along rivers, held an alligator and met thousands of really cool people. It was not easy but it was fantastic. I held each and everyone victim of bullying close to my heart and I did this for you because your lives matter and the pain bullying causes is senseless.

I know so many people go through so much more than I do, and I feel really whiney telling you about my story but I might as well give it a shot...since I can remember I have always been insecure about myself, hating right about every inch of my body, I could easily find every flaw about myself. I would tell people about how I felt and they'd say I was just looking for attention, and it got to the point where I believed it myself. I know, it sounds weird but I did, I just started to believe I was an attention seeking whore, so I would just keep every thing bottled up inside me. It was horrible, I wouldn't talk to anyone about how I felt, just sit there and listen to their problems that they wanted to talk about. Meanwhile I was getting made fun of, talking about what a small butt I have, that I have not butt, how weird I looked that day, or how fat/ugly I was. I hated myself. Every little thing got to me. My now ex best friend bullied me, turning all of my friends against me through lies and her manipulation. Things got better but not long after that, one of my closest guy friends started calling me ugly, fat, worthless, suicidal, lesbian, bitch, the list goes on. I cried...a lot. As the name calling continued, I started to self harm, it started with scratching, then sliding push pins across my skin to make it burn and then cutting. I don't cut anymore, but I had gotten so depressed that I just couldn't deal with myself anymore, making my fat, ugly thighs uglier. I wanted myself to feel pain because for a long time I was numb, and didn't feel anything at all. to this day I still feel worthless, not good enough. because I'm not like other girls, I can't get a boyfriend easily. and I'm not a girly girl like most girls. I've never had my first kiss like the majority of my school. I'm an outcast, different. 

My name is Andrea, I currently live in San Antonio, TX. I'm a female age 20, and am attending college. This is my story. It all started in Elementary as early as kindergarten. I moved to the US from Mexico. At the time my family and I lived in Maryland. I didnt understand/know any english so I cried almost everyday in kindergarten because I didnt understand my teacher or classmates. I was a loner. No body wanted to play with me. By the end of 1st grade I could understand and speak English. I had pretty good grades. As the years passed I barely had any friends. At recess I would sit alone on a bench and watch the other kids have fun. Every once and awhile I would get picked on by this girl. She would call me a loser, a geek, a no body. My parents were struggling with jobs so we didnt have much money and would get hand-me-downs from other family and my parent's co-workers. My closet consisted of baggy sweats and old tennis shoes. The kids at school would call me a boy, gay, and say that i was dirty and ugly. Starting Middle School I hoped it would be better. My parents found stable jobs so were able to afford nicer clothes. But of course the mean comments and bullying didnt stop. The "popular" kids would say I'm a poser and a wanna be, and would tell me to go back to my country where I belong. I'd get pushed around shoved into walls laughed at, it was horrible. I was at a very low point. The kids I thought were my friends would ditch me, and turn on me. I attempted suicide. My parents were so scared and heart broken at all that was happening and sent to therapy. It helped a little. 8th grade came about, and I had enough. I started standing up for myself. The bullying surprisingly stopped over time. I got new friends that actually stood by my side! High school was a lot better. At the end of freshman year we moved to my home now, Texas. I was a little scared being the new girl at school. But I kept my head held up high and after awhile I met some wonderful people. They helped me get through the year. Of course every once and awhile I'd get called different names but I learned to just brush it off. I wasnt afraid of anyone anymore. Id laugh whenever someone would try to insult me. My senior year I vowed to help the new freshmen get through their first year of highschool. It felt great helping them out. I'm proud to say that I graduated with friends of ALL kinds, and knowing I made a difference to a lot of kids coming into high school. It took a long time but I saw the light and I'm glad to be here today. Days definitely do get brighter, and I want to do whatever it takes to help kids see that too.

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My name is Sebastiana,I am a female and this is my story. Back in catholic school,I remember getting teased a lot because of my weight,I didn't have any friends,during that time my mom was suffering from cancer.She didn't told me about this and I didn't understand because of young age.We also lived with our father and my mom and dad never talked that much.When i left catholic school,I was bullied even worse by 2 boys name Raul and Fredrick,it was a living hell.I told my mom about this,who was by then cancer free,but the bullying got worse.I felt like I lost my identity and I didn't know who I really was.i thought of committing suicide by overdosing on pill by the time I was 13 but I thought I have so much to live for.Today as an 19 year old,almost 20 soon,i look back in the past and I still do have the pain as a child I was and I thought "what would the world be like if there isn't any bullying?...."but you know what,we don't live in a perfect world,nor perfect life,no ones perfect. I rather be a lovely wild child then a perfect girl.