When you finish Elementary School, you're so excited to move on up into the "big kid world" and it's so exciting to you, and you think it'll be great. You'll think you'll be popular and everyone will love you, but what you don't realize is that people are judgmental, and they're mean. I was a very hyperactive child, especially 6th-8th grade, and I was made fun of. Never to my face, but the way people treated me... You could tell they were not the best "friends". In 6th grade, this guy that I a crush on asked me out, and I said "Yes." And then he told me he was kidding, and everyone laughed. I was "friends" with these people, but yet again I knew we weren't "friends", or at least the friends you're supposed to have. It got a little better once I got to high school. The second half of freshman year, I found some incredibly great friends that I hope will be with me for the rest of high school or maybe even through my entire life, but I hope I can realize other people's hurt unlike how no one saw mine.

I was always alone. No one ever talked to me. My parents were both Hispanic people, so they hardly knew English.  I know it's hard to believe I could remember my first time being bullied. I was in preschool. I don't know if this would be bullying but it did hurt me. Every time I would want to play with someone, they always leave me alone. Then there was first grade.  I didn't know how to read or write or speak. Neither in English or Spanish. My teacher would leave me alone, while she took the non Hispanic kids with her. Second grade, this girl talked to me. I was happy to have a friend but I never realized that she was picking on me until the day I was sent to the nurse because she pushed me on floor and told me I was ugly. I would get bad grades because I didn't learn anything from my teachers. They would just leave me alone. The school tricked my parents into putting me in ESL (English as a second language) classes. I made friends there but I also had my cousin there. I was a happy girl. I loved my cousin so much, the idea of having her in my class got me happy, but she picked on me also. She would call me slow and stupid. She would also scream at me and call me names. One time her friends picked on me and she came to me and told me I'm an embarrassment to her and our family. I cried that day. Other people would also pick on me because I was a slow learner. They would call me retarded and stupid. Little by little the big smile i had on my face would start to fade away. Middle school was hell for me. I was not in ESL any more but I was in special education. I had a group of friends but i always got picked on because i started gaining weight so i was chubby. You're fat, ugly, gross, and stupid. I felt insecure. I didn't want to go to school any more. And on top of that my father was sent back to his country. The police officers took him away in front of me. I was scared. I wanted him back. But he never did. I would blame it on my self for being so ugly. One time this guy hugged one of my friends and i asked for a hug. He responded "eeewwww no I wouldn't do that even if I was payed". That hurt a lot. No one wanted to be seen with me. I have no idea why no one wanted to be with me. I became quite. I was used to being alone. So i stopped caring. I went to high school. I didn't care of what any one thought about me. So I wore what ever I wanted. Later every one thought i was weird. I would still get picked on. I gained a lot of weight and my bully because my mother. She would call me fat ugly gross other stuff I can not say. I felt on loved. So I decided for guys to use me. One would be my guy and then when they had it there way they would leave me. I was 17 at the time. I would fall in love with who ever came to me. Then later I began to have stretch marks on my body and i was ashamed of my self. I hated my self so much I began cutting my self. I hated every inch on my body. I had an image of me. I was ugly and fat and stupid. My mother would tell me it and every one i Knew would remind me it. I graduated early from college. I hated the world. I was the most negative person. College, the only time i was completely alone. My first year the cousin who picked on me was in my classes. She tried to pick on me but I stood up to her in high school so she backed off when I did it again. I told her I don't want to be seen with her. I said " your are an embarrassment to me and my reputation". Later that year she dropped out of college. My second year of college. I met this group of people. In that group I met a guy. I played him tho since all the guys played me. But again the guy I was hooking up with used me and left me. I broke the new guys heart so he claims. He found out I wasn't with any one and they guy who he thought i was had another girl. He was supper happy and took his chances with me. I would still get picked on. They would call me really bad names. But the group of people who decided to be my friends took a stand for me. It felt weird because I was so used to being alone. And now 10 months later. I'm still with the guy who took his chance with me. I stopped caring for what my mother wants and I took a stand on the people who bullied me. I became positive and the guy reminds me of how beautiful I am even with my flaws. I'm still insecure about me self but i feel happier. The smile that was wiped out of my face came back. I love everyone who is in my life. And no. I'm not stupid because if I was, i would have dropped out of college. I'm smart and I will succeed in life. I only needed friends. This group may be small but they all care for me. Especially that guy who took his chances with me and now we are both happy together :)

Since I could remember I've always been bullied . Its gotten worse since 2012 I was rapedby two people I trusted most they told everyone otherwise and people constanly tqlked about me said rude things to me called me ugly stupid nasty but nobody knew the truth I never told any one  . It eventually got worse were people threatned me all the time I didn't go out for a whole year do to bullying .from 2012 I have tried to commit sucide atleast 4 times and I recently got help and treatment and was diagnosed with major depression.  I spoke out and things are changing I strongly incourage everyone otherwise o stay strong and speak up . I look back at all the times I cries myself to sleep not wanting to go to school and I laugh because I am strong and so are you SPEAK UP AND BE HEARD 

My story kinda goes like how the movie 'CyberBu//y' went. i had a best friend and her name was Page and of course I trusted her, but I wasn't thinking and I gave her my Facebook password so when her and I got into a fight I forgot she knew my password and she hacked me! She put 'I'm lesbian' even tho its NOT REAL! I'm straight always have been always will be and when that happened I didn't do to school for a week or so and page got in trouble by the princible and I thought everything was fine until I went back to school and faced everybody an they all believed what suposably me put on Facebook and they bullied me on Facebook and to my face it was awful I hated my life in sixth grade. Just make sure the person your telling your password too is a good friend STOMP OUT BULLYING. 

I have never been what society calls "beautiful." And people have bullied me because of that. It all started in the 6th grade. I got bullied because my hair was shorter than other girls, I was "bigger" than other girls, I got told that "I would never have anyone to love me" and that "I should just stop breathing." The worst part is those are words from my siblings. I tried telling my parents and they took it as a joke and that it was just sibling things and that the people at school were just messing around. Then we moved to Minnesota, where I thought I could get a fresh start. In a way I guess I did, but the bullying didn't end. At this point I was in 7th grade and suicidal thoughts were becoming more frequent in my mind. I tried to just push them away and throughout 7th grade, it worked for the most part. I could distract myself. But then came 8th grade. Where my best friends betrayed me, and became the bullies but yet they still said things such as "oh I love you." and "This is why you're my best friend." And it makes me really sad that they can't see what their words do to me. It's now the summer, and I'm going to be going to highschool next year, and I'm terrified. Somehow it seems like the bullying will get worse and everything will become to much. I honestly think that I won't live through my four years of highschool. I need help, but I don't know where to go, or what to do. I guess I'm just waiting to see how things turn out once school starts again. 

Since I was in second grade, kids would laugh at me, call me names, open my backpack and dump my books out. I am so lucky these kids never physically assaulted me, when I was in the fourth grade a group of sixth grade boys were telling me they were gonna kick my a**, the next day I brought a pocket knife, when they asked me why, I freaked and said I don't know. My mom decided to switch schools and the bullying got worse when some kid named TJ started claiming he owned the park, I stopped taking my little brother, for his own safety. TJ would chase me with his bike and throw trash at me. He was expelled for other reasons. I went on to junior high and a very tall black boy started to wait for me at my locker and literally yell in my face about "How Cool" I thought I was because I was in a cover band that played at our junior high, I was asked to come into the principal's office, another teacher saw me being bullied, they saw it and did something. I was very lucky. In high school I expected it to be worse, but it was just that the whole school thought I was a slut and said I had genital herpes because I was dating a junior and I was no longer chubby and ugly, andrew stood up for me, and his social status plummeted, he didn't care, we broke up, but we became the best of friends. My whole bullying journey has ended, I'm so grateful for everyone in my life. I'm standing up to bullying right now, today and forever. You can't trust anyone who follows a crowd or a movement that has no real direction.

Ever since I started school, I was bullied. It started off small in elementary school but once middle school came the problem became much more serious. I was targeted and victimized by kids just because I was different than them. I was verbally abused and publicly humiliated in front of all my peers.  But the problem didn't go away when I left school grounds. It followed me home through social networking. I would get messages online getting called a faggot and other mean names from kids in my school. I would then report these problems to the teachers, guidance counselors, vice principals, and principal at my school but nothing was solved. I even went to the police at one point because I was that desperate for the bullying to stop. I would go online and read about kids who had finally given in to the pain of being bullied and committed suicide, and I was determined not to be one of those kids. I leaned heavily on my mother, who would go to my school every day and raise hell on administrators. However, the problem was still unsolved. My mother had arranged a few meetings with the superintendent of my school district and ultimately the decision was made that for the last 2 months of my eighth grade year, I had the option of getting home schooled. However, around this time, the movie "Bully" came out and changed my life completely. I saw that there were other kids who went through this problem and inspired me to take a stand. I refused to let the bullies win. I finished out the last 2 months of school and then enrolled into a catholic high school, where I have since made great friends that I am willing to trust with my life. But out of everyone in this whole story, my mother is the one who I owe the most gratitude. There is nothing this amazing woman wouldn't do for me in my time of need. I look back on my eighth grade year with mixed emotions. I went through some very hard times but I wouldn't be the strong person I am today if it wasn't for it. And to the kid who bullied me for 8 long hard years, I would like say HA! I win! You tried your hardest to beat me down and you couldn't! I guess you know now which one of us is the real tough guy! One more thing. To kids reading this and are going through what I went through, I am living proof that it gets better. Just hang on and you WILL be way past gone.

The bullying started in middle school and never let up. Kids would push or trip me as I walked into the classroom, throw things at me while I was at my locker, post nasty things about me on the internet, make rude comments as I walked by, leave me mean voicemail messages, prank call my house, ring and run my house, etc. I went from being happy and outgoing to depressed and withdrawn. I began cutting and taking prescription pain killers just to make it through the day. As high school went on, it only got worse. I started to hate myself and constantly think it was my fault, that there was something wrong with me. I contemplated suicide daily. Instead of working hard and getting good grades, I skipped school, got high, or mouthed off to my teachers. I hated school, I hated my life, and I hated myself. I remember driving to school in the morning thinking, "If I just drive my car into that pole this would all be over." My senior year I finally broke down to a friend who urged me to talk to the school crisis intervention counselor. I was not very excited to do it, but I was sick of the pain from over 8 years of bullying. With the help of the counselor I was able to talk to my parents and get help. Although I felt a lot of bullying into my college years, I was given the tools to cope with it through therapy and ultimately, depression medication. I am now almost 24 years old and sadly I can say the bullying doesn't always stop. But what I am happy I can say is, I have learned that it isn't me. Bullies need to hurt you to make themselves feel better because they are not happy with who they are. You will always encounter bullies, but its all about how you handle it. Don't let them convince you that YOU are the problem. The best way to stand up to a bully is show them that they can't hurt you.I am so happy that I got help, I just wish it were sooner. I wish I would have told my parents or a teacher about the bullying when I was young. I do have a life long battle with depression because of what I went through as a child and teenager, but it has made me a better person. I am now a teacher and have a zero tolerance policy for bullying in my classroom. To anyone out there thinking, "It will never get better" or contemplating suicide, I can tell you that it does get easier and leaving this world will not change anything. Seeking help was the best thing that ever happened to me and I hope you have the courage to do it too. Don't let someone else hurt you for life...or worse, don't let someone else make you end your life. Be strong, I know you are.  

I was bullied in middle and high school and although my experience wasn't nearly as bad as the children in this movie, I can still relate. But I am here to say that it only takes one. One person to stand up and say, "No, this isn't right and it needs to stop". It can be a student, a teacher, or any member of the faculty, but someone needs to stand up for these poor children. Having recently been in school I know that the other students know what is going on and most of them do nothing. Watching someone being bullied and doing nothing is just as bad as being a bully. Our schools should be a place where children not only feel safe, but where they can be themselves, even if who they are is a little different. Our differences should be celebrated, not condemned. For anyone reading this who is being bullied you have to know it gets better. If you are reading this and you know someone who is being bullied step in and help. Your help could save that child's life. Just know that you can make a difference. I only takes one.

I am an Australian University student and I studied abroad at an american college SUNY New Paltz last year for a semester. They created this site called New Paltz Secrets which allowed students to annonymously express their views to the general public, some of which were extremely distasteful. On Valentine's day I looked through the website because I thought people may write anonymous love letters. At this point, I didn't know about the unofficial competitor New Paltz Secrets much to my horror I saw a post entitled #53 which read the following:

"The Australian kid who nobody likes is currently plotting his revenge on everybody, be nice or you'll be first."

13 people "liked" this, the majority of which had SEVERE issues and some of which I had never even met. The post had one non-anonymous comment from some one I used to think was my "friend" saying, "I am so dead." This post was also shared on her facebook website from some one I do not know for her to comment negatively about me in front of all her facebook friends in addition to the public. 

Thankfully, after words I read up and saw that a lot of people had defended me and stood up for. I guess it's times like that when others turn against you that you really get to find out exactly who your true friends. I confronted the girl who emotionally abused me and we ended all communication each other. I am very grateful to my friends for defending me and I received the most overwhelming support. 

There was another post about me which I tracked down on Tumblr which also insulted me, thankfully this post was deleted even before I had the chance to see it. The defense that the perpetrator who cyber bullied me used is that I was "stalking" her to be able to find it as I was her facebook "friend" at the time and we had just started talking again. 

It shows though that this is not just happening at high schools, its even happening at colleges in America online! I am still very hurt and upset by her actions but am doing everything I can to move on as I made a lot of really good friends at New Paltz who I am still in contact with even though I am in Australia. They are the friends that I treasure because they are true friends and I miss them dearly. 

All it took was that one girl my best friend to defend me and then more started to defend me. They defended me so much that the bullying collapsed and we ended up winning the battle of love as opposed to hate. As a result of it, I also met new people and made new friends because so many people were defending me that some other people even wanted to meet me who hadn't previously.