Well..... To start off I was first bullied around sixth grade. I went along with it to think it was okay. The months went by and I start standing up for my self. I would talk back. I was still good in class. Then around seventh grade I still stood up for my self, but I knew it wasn't really me. I start to notice when I come home ill be every sad, but I would put a fake smile on my face. I knew my parents wouldn't care about me. Around eighth grade I began to cut. It became so bad. I did it even more because I was thirteen weighing 180 pounds with PCOS. That took a toll on me, and my parents that talk about me made me cut even more. Now I'm fourteen still a "FATTY" with PCOS. If I don't talk about I think I'll crash even more and I can't take it anymore. I just smile and nod, because if I don't people would notice. You can say being bullied and called names triggered me to self-harm. I just wanted to tell my story before its TOO late to say anything. Xoxoxox. 

I want to my brothers to grow up being happy. I want them to feel safe and to never be scared of being themselves. I just love them so much, if something happened to them I know I couldn't handle it. My littlest brother got hit in the face twice purposely by the same bully and he is only 10. What ever happened to getting along as kids? My other brother is in middle school. I did my co op their and they are just so cruel. It aches to know they are in an environment to know one little thing can make kids judge you forever. Take a stand everyone! We need to feel good about who we are. <3

When I was in the 6th grade people at school would pick on me and call me ugly, fat, geek, metal mouth (I had braces at the time) and a whole lot more. I was too scared to tell anyone what was happening cause I thought the bullies would get bored and stop. My friends found out a year after it all started and then they never left my side. But they couldn't be on the bus with me and my bullies kept it up. At the end of the 8th grade they were still hurting me. On the last day, I finally found some courage and stood up for myself. That summer I dreaded going back. I was afraid that they would start bullying me again. But they never did. they didn't even recognize me. I looked better, dressed differently, and acted different. apparently I looked more like a girl. the guys would flirt with me and try to get me to date them. I made more friends and stopped letting people walk all over me. I am now a junior in high school and I'm not afraid of going to school anymore. I still get bullied by some people but I don't let their words get to me.

I'm from Canada ! Don't worry this movie and the movement has been noticed especially by me and I was bullied in grade 5-7 usually around the same age all the time why? Because people will pick on you to make themselves feel better about an insecurity, I personally was followed to/from school on the school ground and oinked at and got called piggy, yes I ate a little extra but I had my own personal problems going on and what's funny is after that and more torture these kids and me all go to the same high school and pretend to be my friend ? Ill never trust them and their fake - ness for hurting me emotionally and physically , and those bystanders that pick on you just because everyone else does what they don't pick on me now so you'll be my friend? I see right threw that and ill always be emotionally hurt by those specific kids that are SO INSECURE WITH THEMSELVES THAT THEY HURT THE INNOCENT - YOU ARE NOT ALONE!!

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I was bullied from preschool through half of highschool, things never got physical though, it was all verbal abuse. At some point in elementary school i was suicidal, i didnt do it though because of the few friends that I had, i didn't want to make them sad. The built up stress and anger led to some psychological problems starting in highschool along with suicidal thoughts again, even though I wasn't getting bothered as much then because my friends had my back, the damage was already done. Now I am working on college but I am on medication for an anxiety disorder, i have low self esteem, little confidence, I struggle with my weight. There are some little kids in my neighborhood that like to talk to me, they are sweet kids but in the back of my mind I can't help but worry that they will either grow up to be bullies or be bullied. More so I am terrified that if I
 ever decide to have kids of my own that they will be bullied like I was.

when I was little my parents go divorced and my dad moved to Alabama while my mom stayed in California. I didnt have a lot of friends when i away little i but I traveled back and forth between California and Alabama often. the summer before 3rd grade i spent my whole summer in Alabama and i picked i up on the accent. i finally moved back to California full time when I was in third grade. at school i was different. I had an accent and i was overweight. I didnt fit in with the people in this area. I was called fat and ugly and in fourth grade people started calling me a redneck and it was just a lot to take in. I wasnt that oldSo and I was sensitive. I didnt have any friends. one of the nights i was on my sisters computer and she was logged onto tumblr. one of the people she was following posted something about cutting. I asked her what it was and she explained to me that when people are "really sad" from bullying they do that and so the next day i can me home and I was home alone. i had been really sad from the people at school and i found a pair of scissors. I was so upset i cut myself. I was only ten. In fifth grade it got even worse. Hanover wore a short sleeve shirt and became anorexic and bulimic. Even though i was getting skinny people still didnt like me. I did gain 3 friends but that was it. In 6th grade more people were nice and i actually stopped cutting starting in the middle of that year. i wouldn't skip school anymore it got better and people made me happy. I was actually named the most popular girl at my school. It was a dream come true until i got to seventh grade. People were mean to me again and I got back into cutting. I tried to commit suicide twice. and then a councilor found out. she found out what people were doing to me and what i was doing to myself. Everyone would push me down in the halls. They would swipe my books and papers off my desk and tell me to pick them up. The guy i liked even pushed me into other girls who would shove me into lockers because they thought i was lesbian. My own cousin even pushed me and my books down. After the councilor found out what had been going on, she told my mom who told my dad

I used to be bullied a lot throughout school. When I moved from Virginia to Kansas that was the beginning of it. The kids did not like you there unless you were A.)Athletic, B.)Rich, C.)Had parents that were well known in that town, D.)Popular and etc. I was none. I did play sports and had fun but was never the best so I was in a way you could say picked last. As time progressed and I went from 5th to 6th grade I was really getting tired of all the being picked on. I had a girl who by the way was new in 6th grade and right off the bat was immediately popular, she would pick on me by waiting till I walked by not paying attention and would say "hormones huh." I had really bad acne back than. Yuck indeed. She did it for weeks until finally I went to my mother who was a cook at the school and told her what was going on. Little did I know that my mom had just made acquaintance's with the other girls mom who also worked at the school and she liked her mom. So my mom had told her about this so called girl picking on me and the other girls mom said "when you see her point her out to me, I will say something." But the other girls mom didn't know that it was her own daughter. So when my mom pointed her out to the other mom, the other mom was like "Oh my goodness, that's my daughter." She was very upset that her daughter was doing that. And ever since than she stopped. Sometimes it wasn't always easy just telling my parents what was truly going on in school because I didn't think that they would believe me or do anything. The bullying towards me got so bad that I threatened a girls life with threatening life notes and destroying her locker. Since my mom was a cook for the school they had to be there at early hours of the day before school started to prep things. So I had come up with the idea to go with my mom every once a while to the school so I could have access to her locker. It first just started out as me just putting gum and mean notes, not threatening, in her locker and tearing all of her books and pictures up. This went on for about a few weeks. Than it became where I was making threating notes and putting them through the slit at the top of her locker. I had gain access to her locker combo through the office by saying to them that I had forgotten mine and needed to look it up. And they believed me. But instead I looked hers up. And when my mom would take me with her in the early morning I would tell her Im going to my locker and that I'll be right back. Which was true to a point. The other girls locker and mine were right across from each others. No lights were on in the school, which made it pitch black for no one to see. Perfect time to do it I thought. Well apparently the threatening notes had gotten back to her parents and the police and so her mom started working at the school. These are two totally different stories between the two girls. Little did I know that the police had gotten involved until it was too late. They had caught me on camera one early morning when I went with my mom to the school. They hid the camera right up in a window above my locker in the music room looking down at her locker. I was later called to the office and later was revealed the tape and footage. I was suspended for a few weeks. I later came back and nobody wanted to talk to me. All except for the friends that were just like me. That had been bullied through school. But now, I went through school, graduated and became a hard working mother and wife way later on. And every time someone would say something mean to me I got right back at them. Not physical or violently. Sometimes it was verbal. But this is not the answer for anybody and everybody. My point is, tell someone. Stand up. There ARE people that will help.

Hi, my name is tyler sicard. As i went through elementary school i witnesssed my best friend getting bullied and I always stood up for him. he was confused about his sexuality and i understood what nobody else could. As we ''leveled up" through grades I was always being called names like "loser, stupid, dumb, retarted" and many more. They would constantly taunt me. That experience has driven me to depression and i am on the verge of self harm... I have many friends who self harm and i do nothing but try to talk them out of suicide and try to help all day long nothing else. But there is never anyone to help me. I want help i just don't want to get a stupid therapist, ive been through that and it really did/does not work AT ALL. but i don't wanna bother anybody with my problems. so I took a vow, to never let a bully hurt another person EVER again in front of me, or ill definitely do something about it :(. If ANYONE needs to talk im here. whenever :).