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I've been bullied a lot. It all started when i was in the 5th and 6th grade a lot of girls would make fun of me because of the way i dressed. I was nerdy, had no make up on, and (of course) hung out with guys. At one point i cut my self because i was so sad and mad. When my mom found out we had a long and boring chat after that i was OK. After our chat i ignored the "Ghetto ones". In 7th grade i had a huge crush on this guy (<3) but one of my "friends" liked him so she "took" him. That year was one of the worst years of my life. My parents divorced and people hated me. Not to mention this 7 foot 2  teacher that was always breathing down my neck (Mrs.M)  I didn't tell anyone because i felt no one would listen. In 8th grade i went into Pre-AP classes but the girls there were even more judgmental. One good thing came out of all of it though...I met my best friend Joshua. From there we sorta helped each other through everything. As usual i hung out with boys, but this time they called me a whore and a slut. I felt so alone. Any who by the end of the year I stood up for myself and brought more theater, music, and Josh in my life and now i'm doing OK. I'm going into high school this year and I WILL stand up for anyone and everyone. I don't wan't anyone to go through what i had to deal with. I WONT ALLOW IT!

Quote of the day:

"Sometimes i think i'm a queen because whenever i turn a corner                   someone new is talking about me." 

- Sarah Cruz

Growing up I always remember being bullied and I just remember at first the attempts were so terrible that it didn't bother me. At first I was teased at a younger age because of my last name Day and the kids would change it to Gay and tease me, that never got to me. But once I got to junior high my family went through some tough times and we hit a financial low due to some family issues. So we were basically poor and I was teased for only having one pair of jeans, one pair of shoes, and basically always wearing the same clothes and that hurt a bit. Other times kids would make me do their homework and if I didn't they would threaten to beat me up or hurt me even worse. After all that I just stayed strong and kept my faith in God and he allowed my mom to get a new job in a different city and after the move my life has changed so much for the better. I am now a sophomore in college and I haven't dealt with bullying since my junior high years. So all the kids who are and have dealt with bullying just stay strong and keep your heads up because things will get better. Thank you and God bless. 

-Justin Day 

@JDayErrday

Let me start by saying, I was bullied all through school, and it hurt a lot, I didn't have physical bullying, but I had snide remarks and mention of my weight and things like that.

I didn't really say much when it came to it, but when I started to enjoy and love Japanese animation, I started to realize that among us fans, we have a problem! The bullying was happening in our own community. I had a problem, I was friends with someone who was considered a popular person in the Anime community as we called it. But he had a few flaws, which as a good friend I over looked, until he started to stop paying rent.

I didn't know I was popular in the Anime Community, until people actually freaking told me. I ran panels at conventions and worked pretty hard on my research for these panels. Well...when I had to kick the guy out, he started to talk badly about me and also his friends started to verbally harass me at the conventions. The name calling got pretty bad to the point that my fiance and I had to move.

What I didn't realize until I returned to Colorado was things got worse! I saw younger anime fans and costuming enthusists suddenly being treated badly, when I complimented a cosplayer (costumer), someone would come up and start putting the person down. Or worse, started spreading rumors about the person, who is possibly younger than myself. I felt horrible! Truth was it wasn't just me seeing it, it was everyone, and no one wanted to do anything.

I got sick of it, I started to tell all cosplayers who put their best foot forward in their cosplays they were doing great. I told the people who were being the bullies to stop it, but they only laughed at me or made up stuff about me.

I have this to say, it doesn't stop at high school, it comes out in the fandoms, it comes out everywhere you go in a fandom. Truthfully, I hope that someone in the fandom reads this and also realizes they're not alone, that there are others out there who are going through it to. I wish there was a way to stop the Fandom bullying because it hurts. You see it online when people make fun of cosplayers, you see it at the conventions, personally, I find it sickening and mean. Those kids put a lot of effort in their cosplays and I champion them for even attempting, and coming.

i want to tell anyone who is an anime fan or going to high school, you guys are great, you are the reason the fandom is here to find fellow fans, not feel like you're outcasts. It isn't fair to you who go through all that pain in school with being different to being picked on in your own community. I hope if you read this, you have a friend in the fandom. 

Our three children attended Smith-Green Community Schools until I took over the schooling for them at home where I knew they were safe. 
My oldest had been bullied from first grade until she finished seventh grade.  The bullying escalated in middle school to the point where she was shoved into walls, pushed into lockers, and tormented not only by her classmates on a daily basis, but the physical education instructors!  In spite of all of this, she was on honor roll in sixth grade.  By the end of the seventh grade, she was barely passing.  I talked with the middle school principal about taking her out of school and why I was compelled to do so.  He was able to name the majority of her bullies without my prompting him.  I mentioned that even with my meager bachelor's degree I could do at least as good of a job teaching as his teachers had, and I would know my child was safe. He suggested a home schooling program and empathized with my daughter's situation.  As I was leaving with my little girl, Kim Burns, a guidance counselor for the middle school approached me.  She wanted to know what my intentions were.  When I responded, she told me I could not remove my daughter from public school and would not be allowed to home school my child!  How absolutely ignorant! It was at that point that I decided that any school system that employs this level of incompetence in the guidance department couldn't possibly have any of my children's best interest at heart.

Since 7th grade I've been bullied by the Same person. she's punched,kicked and called me names. I've been in fights and suspended because of her I've cried nonstop, been absent from school a lot. I stay up late having flashbacks of what has happened. I will go to school and act sick and leave. After being kickEd or punched the day before the next day I'll wake up saying I don't feel good when I feel fine. I get nervous and worry. I am now being homeschool but I have to attend my high school for two more months with this happening. I want it to stop and bullying to end because NO ONE deserves it. 

I am a college student and while away my family moved from Delaware to Virginia. My younger brother were starting new schools. One was going to be a freshmen and the other a 7th grader. My youngest brother seemed to fit in and make friends really easily. He was adapting well. My other brother seemed to not be adjusting too well. My mom noticed something up with him and tried to ask what was up.. he said "I'm fine mom don't worry." It was not until early November that he got in my dads car one day after school and just broke down. He admitted to being bullied by the older boys on his lacrosse team. For 3 months my brother left the house everyday with his head up and a smile on his face only to be bashed and felt like nothing by people on his own team. During workouts after school a few of the boys got done the workout early and were waiting outside the the weight room for everyone to finish.. my brother was one who had finished early. The older boys were throwing the ball around when it had dropped and rolled into a storm drain. They looked at my brother and said you're small enough go get it. They lifted the lid off the drain and put him down there. They then proceeded to put the lid back on and jump on the drain and call him names. They then left him in the drain and went back to workouts. My brother had to lift the lid off himself, climb out, and went back and finished his workouts. This putting my brother down the drain became a game to them. During games they would tell him if he did well or scored that would get him put in the drain. They would physically drag him out of workouts while he was begging them not to and put him in the drain. My parents, after finding out went to the school... they did not help. My mom went to the police and they helped barely at all. The two main boys were suspended for 5 days. My mom asked that the team learn about bullying and by standing but they said that was unnecessary... knowledge is key i believe. My parents spend almost two months trying to get justice with nothing in return. My brother ended up having to switch schools and start all over again. He was the victim and shouldn't be the one that has to do something. The bullies should have been more disciplined and the school should educate the students on such a horrid thing. I am disgusted with the lack of knowledge this countries schools give their students as well as staff on how to prevent, stop, and tell someone about bullying. Something needs to be done. 

Being called gay when I'm not is the only way I've ever been bullied. I have nothing wrong with gay people, I accept them 213912737321371238971289% but being called "faggot" and everything else associated with that is something that hurts!

I wish labels didn't exist.

Throughout my whole life I've been in the background. I was never one of the 'popular' kids. In a way I'm glad because they were horrible people, but I still wanted some attention as any kid would. I was always the person they would "make jokes" with or at but I knew they were insults. But whenever they wanted someone to side with them they would go to me. I met my first friend in kindergarten or preschool and he and I were the best of friends all the way until 6th grade. He got dragged in with the populars and I stayed in the shadows, knowing I would be unaccepted. My second friend I met in 2nd grade when I saw that she had a tendency to be walking or playing tetherball by herself. So I walked up to her and we clicked automatically because of how similar we were. I lost all contact with her somewhere in the 7th grade. It says she deleted all her online accounts, email, whatever and when my phone crashed her number got deleted. I knew where she lived but my parents wouldn't take me unless they knew I was coming or I was having a sleepover. My 3rd friend I made was in 4th grade. He was new (we'll call him Mr. Green) and my guy friend (We'll call him Mr.Blue) and I said he would fit in with us perfectly. My other friend (we'll call her Ms. Red) wasn't a people person because of her shyness but she went along with it. Mr. Green always hung out with us even though the populars tried taking him from us but he only friended the nice ones. The others he didn't like. We seperated in 6th grade as well. I still go to school with Mr. Purple and Mr. Blue but in my mind I thought if they wanted a new group of friends that's okay. It may hurt but I won't force them to stay with me if they choose to stop talking to me. I still slightly talk to Mr. Green just to tell him that Ms. Red said hi (when I still had contact with her) or when both of us chose not to go on a field trip because we already went to one of the places in a field trip in elementary school. We were back to the way we were in elementary, like we never stopped talking. We got asked if we were dating in that room but I just said this," No, he has his friends and group and I have mine. We were just close friends in elementary," I remember saying that word for word because all I can remember is the pain I felt saying that because I knew that we had separated and the look on his face. It was sad, regret, guilt, and shock. Shock probably because when I said that I looked and sounded emotionless. You wouldn't of been able to have telled how much it hurt to know that one of the few people I ever trusted is no longer a big part of my life. My "friends" always made fun of me in middle school. They said they were just jokes but they didn't understand what words can do or how much it reminded me of elementary. Only Mr. Blue knew the bullying was going on because he can read me like a book. I made him promise to tell no one because I didn't want it to get worse. I cried on his shoulder begging him not to (this was in 3rd grade). But I never got hit because people made up a rumor that I got in a fight after school and didn't even get touched and the other person had to switch schools. I don't even know how they got that since I was always in the halls or out front where all the kids and parents were. I was picked on for the weirdest things, like being shy, or getting glasses in the middle of 4th grade, or getting good grades, just simple stuff. Choir was my escape and so were plays in elementary. Because we all come together and in choir no one hurt me. They left me be. Choir helped me because I always listened and paid attention to the words and I would make lyrics mottos or use them to try and help myself. Because the words the bullies spoke hurt. They never understand just how much they affect others by their words. I can't trust anyone anymore. When my friends left me like all the other kids I kept thinking well if they can do that so easily then what would stop the other students from doing so. I always hide who I truly am from others unless I know they will stay. No one knows how much I hurt on the inside, or how my dad always calls me names or fat even though he swears they don't mean anything, or how I've had moments where I thought, why am I here when I am so unwanted, unnoticed, unnecessary in this world. I can never hurt myself because before I do I remind myself that that is a sign of victory for them. It will give bullies the satisfaction of knowing they caused me to break, and that they have so much power over me that I hurt myself. I can't give that to them. I want my friends back so bad, I miss our friendships but I know they moved on. They have their friends and I have my acquaintances. I just wish they could help me through the bullying. I'm not trying to get too specific in it just because it hurts to type it or even think of it. I am willing to say I get picked on by words but I can't say what. When I was in my most desperate moment for everything to end I heard this band called Black Veil Brides. I heard their song 'Saviour' and 'Knives and Pens.' I looked up the band and they showed me that I am not alone and that they got through it and made the band for people like me. The outcasts. They showed me that there is something beautiful in this world, you just have to find it. I'm getting closer to accepting the fact I'm just another girl in the background. Never really get paid actual attention. I'm starting to accept the fact that my "friends" don't really care what I have to say. Because of BVB I'm getting stronger and stronger everyday. I know I will meet people who will care about me in the future but for now. I need to  accept what's around me and understand who I am. I need to be proud of who I am. Bullying may still occur but I will try as hard as I can to fight against the pain it causes.

I've had clinical depression, anxiety disorder, ADHD, and bipolar disorder since I was in preschool. I was undiagnosed for years because I didn't want to be the kid who was different. I was raised to stand up for others but never myself. At school people started rumors I was anorexic and that I was a slut. Suddenly everything changed. I began hating my body and how my ribs would show. I started to only wear skirt so no one would notice the gap between my thighs. The friends I had one by one stopped asking me to come over. My best friend told everyone that I sent pictures to her boyfriend. As soon as guys heard that even when I said it wasn't true they wouldn't leave me alone. There were two types the guys who thought it was okay to sexually harass me and the ones who made fun of my under developed body. They would ask why I wear a bra if I don't have breasts. So I started to get "sick" alot and missed school. My parents moved me to a private episcopal school. The people there were very nice and the guys were nice too. I made friends and things got better. At least for a while. I decided to date a guy who had been a good friend there he was smart and understanding and kind and funny and i was really crazy for him. We dated for a year and as a dumb teenage girl i believed everything he told me he even gave me a ring and told me that if i slept with him are relationship would be even closer and more commited. That was a lie. He was cheating on me and left after i slept with him. I was heartbroken and humiliated. One night i was at a coffee shop and a group of girls came up behind me and told me they knew what i did with guys they called me and ugly slut and spit on me and hit me in the face and put frosting in my hair then laughed and took a picture. At a school of ten people it didn't take a day for everyone to know everything. I was outcasted and had a mental breakdown at school. No one cared that i was crying no one helped when i was lying on the floor. No one said anything when i started showing up to school with bandages wrapped around my wrists. No one cared when i didn't come back to school for two months because i overdosed. Knowing that no one cared made everything seem worse. My therapist told my parents to make me go back to school and not to transfer me. I went through six more months of wondering how i could get through the next class. I started to fail my classes which was a big change from straight A's. Not even my teachers tried to help me. I made it through passing by three points. I'm moving again to a bigger school. Maybe it will be different and i can start over. I found that in not the only one who feels this way. I've found a few other girls who have their own stories and don't make me feel guilty for being depressed. I promise that if anyone ever feels like no one cares and no one understands that i do and i wish i could heal all the pain i hear about and see. You're not alone i cant promise it get better because for me its only gotten different but I'm glad I'm here today. I just hope i can make a difference and heal some of the pain.