everysince I was in second grade i got bullied. It started off as petty things that didn't bother me much or at least it didn't feel like it but then I started comfort eating and gaining weight. By the time I was in fourth grade I weighed 130 pounds. I was so filled with anger that it got hard for people to be around me. I was a hyprocite because I started bullying others too. It got really bad and I had made a vow to stop bullying others, and to stop caring about what people said about me. I apologized to every person I could think of and I thanked all of those who still chose to be my friends. Even though I was feeling happier, I still had a low self esteem. I got into rock and metal and that's what made me feel complete. I no longer care about what others think of me and I like to spend my time helping others. I spoke to my old guidance councilor and thanked her. Her small words to me helped me also. I want to spend the rest of my life helping other people over come the hard things in their life. I do feel bad about who I used to be but I believe that everyone deserves a second chance. Now my intentions are pure and I no longer care about what others thing of me.

My family moves around quite a bit, so I've never really had the chance to make any friends. Yet I've always seemed to be able to make "enemies". Kids would always taunt me for the way i dress or the musik to which i listen. They'd also make remarks on my accent and my speech problems. I was born in Italy and currently live in America, and nobody seems like they'll let me forget that I'm an outsider. The first time i was bullied was when i lived in France. A group of kids i didn't know came up to me and called me a freak. Nobody had ever done something like that to me before. I'd seen it happen, and I'd stood up to the bullies... But nobody seemed like they cared. The kids kept calling freak. I went home crying. I was about seven. But, the worst bullying I've ever seen is in my new home, in America. I'm seventeen currently and people have pushed me over the ledge. Freak, weirdo, monster, devil spawn... The names seem endless and i resorted to cutting myself. The first scar i ever gave myself was the word FREAK on my left bicep. I try harder to stop the bullies now since i know that empty feeling you get when somebody tells you to kill yourself. 

Four years ago, I began middle school. Four months into school year, I told a few friends about my self harming problems. I wanted help from them, not attention. When I walked around the back of the school during lunch, I would always hear "cutter", "emo", or other nasty definitions people I hardly knew gave me. Someone finally reported me to a counselor and my parents were informed. They told me how disappointed in me they were. They wanted me to go to a psychiatrist but I refused. Doctors make me have anxiety attacks. Seventh and Eighth grade were okay. I pretended I fit it. I tried out for the cheerleading squad and eventually was made a co-captain. Freshman year was not nearly good. I made the JV cheerleading squad, because no freshman was allowed on varsity. I stayed on the squad from June to September. I quit because my "cheer friends" laughed at me all the time. The way I laughed, my cheer facials, anything. For a while, I thought they were jealous because I was capable of doing things that they weren't. It felt like ages before I got into the car and confided in my grandma that I didn't want to be in a sport that mattered so much to me. Cheer had been an outlet for a lot of negative emotions and it went sour. I quit the team, and had the living crap beat out of me by a varsity girl who I met in the sixth grade. I thought she was one of my closest friends. I was very wrong. During the time of losing something I loved, I was lied to by my "best friend" that resulted in me having to get a ride home in a police car, my parents telling me that they were getting a divorce that same night, and the first time I had been "cheated on" by a boy. There was so much stress. But I didn't give in to the desire of hurting myself, as strange as that sounds. Throughout the year, the rumors kept getting worse and closer to home. People that had my utmost trust at some point made up lies and spread them around. One day, I was crying my eyes out in class, and my teacher didn't do jack squat. I asked him if I could go in the bathroom for a while and he grunted yes. That ended in another meeting with a counselor. Also, my decision to graduate a year early, because high school is terrible. I've been called every name in the book and I've had many, many false stories made about me. Stuff like that gets in your head and grows like weeds until you can't handle it. I ended up cutting for the first time in a long time. I feel terrible about it. Losing people that you think matter is hard, especially if its due to their mouth that won't stay shut or a mind that will speak lies.

Four years ago, I began middle school. Four months into school year, I told a few friends about my self harming problems. I wanted help from them, not attention. When I walked around the back of the school during lunch, I would always hear "cutter", "emo", or other nasty definitions people I hardly knew gave me. Someone finally reported me to a counselor and my parents were informed. They told me how disappointed in me they were. They wanted me to go to a psychiatrist but I refused. Doctors make me have anxiety attacks. Seventh and Eighth grade were okay. I pretended I fit it. I tried out for the cheerleading squad and eventually was made a co-captain. Freshman year was not nearly good. I made the JV cheerleading squad, because no freshman was allowed on varsity. I stayed on the squad from June to September. I quit because my "cheer friends" laughed at me all the time. The way I laughed, my cheer facials, anything. For a while, I thought they were jealous because I was capable of doing things that they weren't. It felt like ages before I got into the car and confided in my grandma that I didn't want to be in a sport that mattered so much to me. Cheer had been an outlet for a lot of negative emotions and it went sour. I quit the team, and had the living crap beat out of me by a varsity girl who I met in the sixth grade. I thought she was one of my closest friends. I was very wrong. During the time of losing something I loved, I was lied to by my "best friend" that resulted in me having to get a ride home in a police car, my parents telling me that they were getting a divorce that same night, and the first time I had been "cheated on" by a boy. There was so much stress. But I didn't give in to the desire of hurting myself, as strange as that sounds. Throughout the year, the rumors kept getting worse and closer to home. People that had my utmost trust at some point made up lies and spread them around. One day, I was crying my eyes out in class, and my teacher didn't do jack squat. I asked him if I could go in the bathroom for a while and he grunted yes. That ended in another meeting with a counselor. Also, my decision to graduate a year early, because high school is terrible. I've been called every name in the book and I've had many, many false stories made about me. Stuff like that gets in your head and grows like weeds until you can't handle it. I ended up cutting for the first time in a long time. I feel terrible about it. Losing people that you think matter is hard, especially if its due to their mouth that won't stay shut or a mind that will speak lies.

this past year has been a rollercoaster for most but most of all for me... this year i have suffered from bullying who from you may ask well... you would love to know that it was from my ex boyfriend. thi dmade me low, so low, i lost connection form my friends, my family, everyone. it isnt as bad as it was but every now and again we still struggle to get along so all i do is walk away and try to be the better person... dont really want to go into detail sorry guys.

When I very little, I was shy but popular. In 5th grade, that all changed. I got a bad haircut, got acne, and turned socially awkward. To make matters worse, my dad was an alcoholic so I couldn't have friends over even if I had any. I was also an only child. In junior high I made some friends, but they stabbed me in the back. Every guy I admitted to liking said I was too ugly or a geek. In high school I tried to focus on my grades and keep a low profile. I made a few friends which helped. Sometimes they would stab me in the back. Some friends, i know! I just kept telling myself that high school wasn't forever and someday it would be over. 

I am now 38 years old, with an 11 year old son and a 13 year old daughter. They stand up to bullies because they have heard my story. Don't be afraid to do what you need to in order to stop bullying, either when YOU get bullied or someone you know is getting bullied. Be a friend, not a follower. You never know when your out-stretched hand or kind word might save someone's life. 

I have been bullied for as long as I can remember, but no bullying situation could have been worse for me than when I was in middle school. I was teased to no end on how I looked, how I dressed, even to the music I listened to. I was called "EMO", "GOTH", "CUTTER", then rumors went around that I was doing witch craft and that I worshiped the devil. I didn't know how to deal with the pain, so I would self harm thinking that my problems would go away. Then in my darkest hour of life, I decided to plan out my suicide. Thankfully my teacher heard me crying before I did anything and said that it was time I should get some help. I got help the next day and began to feel better, little by little. Although I was getting better at my depression I still felt as if no one really understood why I felt the way I did. I was being bullied because I wanted to be my self; I liked the way I looked; I liked the way I was, but others didn't. I decided to turn to music as a way of helping me and as hard it is to believe, it did work. I found this amazing band called Black Veil Brides that understood how I felt and what I was going through. Their music stood for believing in yourself and to be happy that you are different. From then on I started to feel as if I had been reborn; a fresh start from all that I went through. I felt more confident in my self and I began to take all of the negative things being said to me much more easier. I no longer put up with bullying, I try different things at school to show people that bullying is wrong and to not be a bystander. I am proud that I am still living today and that I can help people against bullying in any way that I can. And as corny as this sounds, but I am proud to say that I am apart of the BVB ARMY. Without the music of my favorite band I would still have doubt in myself to be who I am. My name is Jacklyn and I overcame bullying.

Hi my name is Cyndel and, believe it or not, I was a normal kid at one point. I had friends and my family loved me and everything was good. When I got to seventh grade, that changed. I moved to a new school, because my old one had gangs and stuff related to that. So my dad pulled me out. I got moved to a private school right by my house. I figured that it would be better, because in private school you have higher expectations of behavior and attitude. That was not the case. I came to school the first day and already people were talking about me. They didn't like the way I did my makeup or hair and they judged me just by my looks. I talked to no one that day. The next day, I came to school and some boys were sitting by my desk. They asked me how it was like to have sex with 2 guys at once. I have never done that in my life, and I got furious inside. I kept calm though and asked where they heard that. They told me that the whole school knows. I didn't know how it got started but I just ignored it the first time. Later that year people started more rumors and eventually started to abuse me physically and not just emotionally. I had no friends that year because of it. I watched people stand by and watch me get hurt and watch me take the pain I didn't deserve. It hurt me more than the physical pain I was receiving. I have been called a whore, a slut, a hoe, and just about every other degrading and abusive word there is in the dictionary. Because it started with one rumor. But each day I hid my pain from others to pretend I didn't care. I took the pain and walked away every time. One day a girl was talking trash to me and I got furious and yelled at her that the stuff wasn't true. She punched me in the face and told me I wasn't worthy of living. So what I did is I went home and tried to fulfill her wish. I did self harm to myself and tried to overdose on some pills. But my attempt failed. Over the course of two years after that, I have been getting better at everything. Most of the bullying stopped, I made new friends, and I have a loving boyfriend to help me through the troubles. I know it seems like it won't get better, but it does. You have to stay strong and love yourself. Don't let anyone get to you. That's it. 
~Cyndel Kitten Stanley

hello everyone i am kat i was bullied all through school , i was over weight i am still over weight i am working on that but, i was called every name in the book , i had been tripped , punched in the face , had rocks thrown at me , had been called a freak all my life , personally , i didn't let that get me down , i kept my head up and i was very strong , when they wouldn't get to me is when i would ignore them but, i would also let a adult know and sometimes the adults would ignore me and say just ignore them , but, it got better over the years and people stopped bullying me so much , i guess its because they grew up , but, i know it doesn't always work that way , but, hey just stay strong , don't let those bullies get you down and don't let them break your pride . suicide is not the answer it's never the answer , self harm is never the answer , talk to an adult you can trust , maybe your mom , dad , teacher , principal , anyone you feel you can talk to about the fact of being bullied and you feel like harming yourself , you can reach out to anyone , also , like myself that has helped me with my problems , have a creative outlet  say like poetry , music , photography , art , anything that is healthy , don't look to drugs they ain't going to help either , i had a few years where i went through drugs and alcohol don't do that , they will make you mess up your life worse then it already is ... hey life is short and personally its not always that great but, if you have faith in either God or what religion that you maybe just have faith in what you believe , have faith in yourself that you can overcome the bully that is bothering you and that you will over come anything with faith and strength you will prevail , i don't mean be a bully yourself , i am saying within yourself have faith and strength and just be your wonderful self , but, don't ever hurt yourself and talk to someone that you trust , i know i am a broken record ... but, trust yourself and always have faith in yourself ... and with god all things are possible ... 

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