I started getting bullied since the 1st grade until my junior year when I finally lost all the weight I was being made fun of. Until this day I still remember ever name that I was told everything that was done to me. I am 20 years old now and I am scared to eat because I don't want to go back to weight I was and go back to getting bullied. It sucks that I cant love my self because I was always surrounded by hatred it came from everyone I knew loved and people who didn't even know me. Yes I am extremely insecure, I don't trust people and I don't know how to love. I am always angry at the world but the damage has been done there is nothing I can do no more for myself but I will not let other kids go thru what I went too. I couldn't enjoy my childhood and I think that's one thing a child should enjoy.

I was bullied as a child, but chose to not let it bother me. luckily, kids caught on and left me alone. although as for my sister, she was bullied beyond anything I could have put up with. My parents repeatedly went to the principals and bus drivers for help, unfortunately, they couldn't have cared less. looking back, I don't blame the kids. I blame the parents. It starts with the educator, the parent, the guardian. without someone teaching you how to behave properly, you'l never learn.

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1st grade, I remember the names that they would call me, stink breath, puny twig, loser... Everyday it got worse and worse. The same people did the same things every year to me, I was pushed in the halls, slammed against walls, and what did I do about it, nothing. Middle school, 6th grade. It wasn't bad at first besides have the "popular" kids throw stuff at me during class and the teacher never doing anything about it. But hey, I got some new names... donkey butt, a$$, b**ch. I was called these names through 8th grade. My summer between 8th and 9th grade, I was at the park with two of my closest friends, and this girl who has bullied me since 3rd grade showed up with some of her friends. And they started making fun of me, my friends didn't do anything, they just sat there and watched, i finally left. I acted like it didn't hurt me, but it did, I went home and cried for about 2 hours until. High school, 9th grade. It was some kind of dream, 1st week of school and i haven't been called one name, it was like this for the rest of the year. But not for some other kids. I was in the hallway one day, walking to class and these upperclassmen were picking on this kid saying that you had to be skinny to pass. I went up to them and they said that I could go through, and I said "No, not unless I can take him with me." and pointed to the kid they wouldn't let pass. They said no, so I grabbed the kids hand and pushed my way through. They let me through. To this day the kid they wouldn't let through and I, were best friends.

1st grade, I remember the names that they would call me, stink breath, puny twig, loser... Everyday it got worse and worse. The same people did the same things every year to me, I was pushed in the halls, slammed against walls, and what did I do about it, nothing. Middle school, 6th grade. It wasn't bad at first besides have the "popular" kids throw stuff at me during class and the teacher never doing anything about it. But hey, I got some new names... donkey butt, a$$, b**ch. I was called these names through 8th grade. My summer between 8th and 9th grade, I was at the park with two of my closest friends, and this girl who has bullied me since 3rd grade showed up with some of her friends. And they started making fun of me, my friends didn't do anything, they just sat there and watched, i finally left. I acted like it didn't hurt me, but it did, I went home and cried for about 2 hours until. High school, 9th grade. It was some kind of dream, 1st week of school and i haven't been called one name, it was like this for the rest of the year. But not for some other kids. I was in the hallway one day, walking to class and these upperclassmen were picking on this kid saying that you had to be skinny to pass. I went up to them and they said that I could go through, and I said "No, not unless I can take him with me." and pointed to the kid they wouldn't let pass. They said no, so I grabbed the kids hand and pushed my way through. They let me through. To this day the kid they wouldn't let through and I, were best friends.

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Even though i am in a catholic school, that doesn't mean that you can't get bullied. People don't know what goes behind closed doors, and if they do they can make fun of you for it. And, the teachers don't even see & hear most of the bad things of what happen. And, thats what happens to me. Then one of my closets friends turned on me. She is one of those people who are very loud all of the time, but, this time i was making up a test and she was very loud, and i asked her to lower the volume a little, and she was like, oh shut up you little whole, you don't have any boobs, or a but, and you can't even get a boy to look at you, let alone get a boyfriend. So, from then on in my self a steam has been so low it is down to the earth's core, i wish someone could help me. :'(

Throughout all the years kids have always said things about me, but they were never really that bad. Then middle school came...At first it was okay then things went downhill around the middle of the schoolyear. Everyone would always say things to me like call me 'Fat' 'weird' 'ugly'...etc. it got to the point where everyday i would come home & just cry. It seemed like everything about me was just awful, the way i spoke,walked,ate,looked was just horrible. Nobody liked me or wanted to give me a chance. Three weeks befor school ended i attempted suicide. When i was in the hospital seeing my mom looking so upset was what made me realize that not only did they hurt me...my mother too. so i decided that they're not going to win. I AM.