MY STORY, it goes like this...

So when i was a little girl. I was bullied, very bad! It wouldn't be just like once a week, it would be every hour of everyday. The children would literally grab the fat on my theighs and stomach, and would call me a, human whale, next biggest loser. They would tell me to exercise, go for a run. I lied to my family when they asked 'How was school?".                     By year 4, they wouldn't say the nasty things to my face, they would say them behind my back. But, they would physically push me down staircase.                                                                                                     Year 5 and 6 had come. They would call me worthless, a waste of space, they even told me to kill myself.                                                

Just to think that was only 7 years of primary school, i still had another 6 of high school.

They all kind grew up year 7, well that what i thought. But the people form my primary school didnt care about me anymore, they were getting on with life. But it wasnt bullying from people you idnt like me, it was from my BESTFRIEND!                                                                                                 

My bestfriend bullied me. She told me everyday, i would be the reason she going to leave. She told me i as an embrassment to walk down the main street with. She would tell me i looked ugly, and needed to wear more makeup. I decided to tell the school counciler, that she was bully me. I just had too many thing bottled up of all these years i was bullied. I was seeing a physcolist, but they didnt help! They just told me i was just another depressed teenager, who has biopolar.                                           I let that girl who was supposed to be my bestfriend and went back to my best friend i had since year one and left her in year 7 for this other stupid chick. I started cutting though. It was bad and she noticed. I stoped though cause i didnt want to make her unhappy. Than she started. I still blame myself everyday. But she carved slut, fat, worthless into her skin. I yell and scream at her to stop, she never did though. So, she moved schools. So she could cut even more.                                       Days and months had past, she hadnt spoke to any of my friend or me. But i seen her again, and to notice how many scars she had. Just like me.   

Year 8...... ( in it now. :D )                                                                                                                             Its all different now. But in a good way. :) Me and my bestfriend, were talking now, were both kinda happy. But we have those days days and weeks. We both stop cutting for each other. I still get bullied at school amd have people walk by and call me ugly, a slut, fat and worthless. But im strong enough to brush it off. Thats only because my bestfriend, is a phone call away. I love her so much. If it wasnt for her neither of s would be here today. 

Hopefully, my mum going to let me move to the same school as her. <3

Thats my story, but its still countining....

In my school kids are made fun of because the different. Other kids are made fun of cause they're Black. Some are made fun of because they're overweight. I'm made fun of because i'm both. Sure i'm different, but i'm different in my own way. God has built me to last. I will prevail. Sure those kids can make fun of me now but watch, God will take care. He has a plan and a prayer for each and every one of us. I will make a difference in this world. 

 A kid I know was making fun of a girl because she was not the image he wanted everyone to be. THAT GIRL WAS MADE FUN OF FOR HAVING NO FRIENDS WELL GUESS WHAT IM HER FRIEND AND DANG PROUD OF IT. 

WE ARE THE UNBREAKABLE. We will not be broken.

In second grade there was a group of girls. they were always mean to me, i tried to be friends with them. I finally moved to a different school in third grade. I made a couple friends, but i had a nickname, it's stuck with till now. "eggplant" I get teased about it, i hated it so much. But in fourth grade things got worse. I started to get called ugly, no one liked me. I knew i would never fit in. In 6th grade (right now) I'm being called a slut bag, hoe , pussy, bitch, and a motherfuckin whore, sometimes even worse. I threatened to kill myself, to be anorexic, and to start cutting. I never did, but i cry myself to sleep. boys always say "ugly=you". I never thought anything was wrong with me. Im a normal girl, i swim and play soccer, but i guess I'm not good enough for anyone. I want to stop bullies. Stand up. Have a bully free life 

Everything started in elementary school. I was the chubby outcast that was way too shy. Everyone called me fat and ugly throughout school till last year. I got taller and more intimidating. It moved on from mostly girls picking on me to more of the guys. They continued to pick out my flaws and more stressed was put on because I failed seventh grade. I started getting called dumb and an idiot. I went through so much stress I stood up and didn't take it anymore. I used my voice. Sometimes it worked for my advantage and sometimes it worked against me. This year one boy targeted me more than ever before. He began with bashing my family last year and I said nothing. Then I grew out of my shyness. He started calling me a lesbian, dyke, bitch, cunt, and so much more. He pushed me over the edge. I lost my cool, not only from the mental from kids but from my father as well. I got set off at the end of class one day when he kept staring at me. I simply told him to quit it and then he began with the dirty looks. I told him to knock it off and he came back saying "You won't do anything you're a pussy." He said so much to me I lost it.  I got up and hit him. The next day my so called "best friend" started telling people I had sex with this boy. I didn't even like him. She used foul language and called me a dumb whore. Then I realized I needed to see who were my true friends.

-5^th Grade

• I don’t remember how I started being bullied- all I remember was that I was called fat, ugly, a guy, and nicknamed “moley” for the mole I have on my face.

-6^th Grade

• Things start getting progressively worse, people would shove me into lockers and continue with calling me “moley.”
• No one stands up for me…teachers ignore the kids picking on me. I tell no one in my family of my issues at school.

-7^th Grade

• Things get even worse… I have a cell phone now, so I begin to receive anonymous phone calls- being called a loser, ugly, fat, and “moley” again.
• I tried standing up for myself a few times- I was just laughed at and made fun of more. Still, no one tries to stand up for me.

-8^th Grade

• The worst is here… I get a “formspring” and receive extrememly nasty comments about my looks, personality, weight, etc.
• I keep receiving blocked calls that make fun of me.
• In the lunchroom while the teachers shut off the lights (to try and get the kids to be quiet) people would throw things at me and call me names.
• I attempt to change my phone number…the kids find my number and begin “prank-calling” me daily again.
• I hear a guidance counselor making fun of what I said to her.
• I had fallouts with many of my friends…I had no one to talk to.
• My boyfriend broke up with me after dating for awhile. He also began calling me fat, ugly, pathetic, and even told me I should commit suicide a few times.
• I attempt to change my number- I am still getting the blocked calls.
• I am failing many classes in school.
• I skip school as often as I can.
• All I want to do is sleep and cry- I have no appetite and begin to lose desire to live.
• I start seeing a psychologist- I am diagnosed with severe depression and prescribed to an anti-depressant.
• The name calling still doesn’t stop.
• I turn to cutting myself as a way to express my emotions.
• The phone calls are getting worse- we get the police involved to track down

                  who is calling me and try to make them stop… it works for a little. I begin             receiving text messages of the same manner (name-calling). I change my phone    number again and block almost every kid in my middle school’s number

• My mom decides to send me to mercy… I hate it at first and scared that I won’t make any friends. I was wrong, of course. I have made friends here that will last a lifetime and beyond and have established relationships that have helped me get through the hurt of my middle school years 

Where to begin...I've been bullied since the age of 10 and have so many stories to tell, it's hard to know which one to share, so I guess I'll start with this one: I started developing acne at the age of 10 and this is when some of the problems started. After a bullying incident, my mother spoke to my school counselor. He told her mentally and maturity wise, I was about 2 years ahead of my classmates, and that I would get along better with girls in high school than the girls my own age. Not sure if this is what caused the issue or not but my thought process was different than theirs. I was also developing faster than my classmates which led to me being called names like "Bra stuffer." I found out my best friend at the time was the one who started the rumor even though it was not true, but it followed me for years. They (my classmates) didn't have to worry about acne or shopping for bra's to wear. I did. I got teased horribly for it, just because I was and looked a little different than the other kids. In fact I was "different" I liked girly clothes and makeup and I could never play sports. All the other girls didn't care about clothes or makeup or how they looked as much, all they cared about was being popular and being good at sports. That's when it got bad. When I started junior high I noticed a lot of the girls started looking some what like I did and were acting like me in 5th grade. But then they started bullying me about being too happy all the time. People said it was annoying. People told me I was fake and told me to shut up. My acne got worse from all the stress of trying to fit in. My best friends started to turn on me just because the other girls in my school were telling lies and spreading rumors. They didn't want to be friends with a person like me, a person nobody liked. Eventually in 7th grade I went to a private school because I thought it would be better. Boy was I wrong. It was worse. It was a small school of 300 kids k-8. I didn't have a single friend because all the girls decided to gang up on me in a group because I was an outsider from public school. They treated me like I was an alien. One girl even told me that everyone would be happier if I just crawled in a hole and died. Trust me I wanted to. But I didn't, I was strong. Now I am in high school. I am different. People are different. More judge mental and rude. This year has been a horrible year for me. I have been called every name in the book. I have even had people ask me if I was pregnant because someone said that I was. My best friend went crazy on me because her boyfriend said I was flirting with him. Lies. I didn't even like her boyfriend and didn't want him, and I would never do that to a friend. She is currently turning every friend I still have against me for something I didn't even do. I have been slapped this year, punched in the stomach and slammed up against a locker, all done by boys. I have even feared that a classmate would kill me because I feel so hated. I am also verbally assaulted daily and anyone that says, "Words don't hurt" is wrong. My mom always says "Stay strong baby, you only have a few years left." That's what I'm doing. I'm staying strong. She also tells me, "High school doesn't matter. But you have to survive high school in order to see that it didn't matter." U have to make it though in order to look back on it and realize it didn't matter. You won't keep in touch with most of the kids you attended school with. Once you graduate, these kids cannot and will not set the course for the rest of your life. What you do with your life is up to you. They will no longer impact you. So that's what I focus on, the future and the day I can walk away and not look back.

Alot of the time you know who a bully is, well i never saw what was happening to me coming.  in the 3rd grade, there was a girl who i guess had no friendly interest for me.  there was this one time when i was walking to my class from the choir hall and there was door that could open and close two ways. Well as i was walking back it all started in her brain i guess she was telling herself that she didn't want to be my friend. i was walking and she literally opened the door saw me coming and slammed the door in my face. I'm never going to forget the panic of my friends and the teacher, it was chaotic.  later that day she started putting notes on my back and calling my names. it didn't ever stop not even when i talked to my teachers or principles! i moved out of that school after i also got called some bad words to my face.  i never stood up for myself, but now a days, i stand up for my friends and i don't give up on anything i try my best to keep us safe.

I'm a military child. I move around every two to three years. My brother and I were both bullied in our current duty station. His case involved more physical bullying; he was chased out of his favorite sport, baseball. The team trampled his belongings and threw food at him during lunch. They isolated him and eventually he quit the team. He's no longer an outgoing extrovert, he's extremely awkward and quiet. My case started on facebook. I'd made friends with a couple of girls and they started a 'bash page' just for me. They added a bunch of the 'cool' kids and eventually the rumors on it made their way into school. I sat by myself for an entire year at lunch; I had books knocked out of my hands; kids tripped me in the hallway and called me names under their breath. Everyone in the school knew I was being bullied, but no one said anything. They kept quiet or ended up joining in. After going to both administrators and my parents and getting nothing, I decided to speak up for myself. The next time one of those girls said something about me, I spoke up. It was really hard and seemed to drag on forever. I then took every opportunity available to educate those around me on the effects of bullying. One of my bullies was in my english class when I gave a presentation on it. I blocked out the names and used their bash page to show how awful bullying can be. The students were astounded. I've used this presentation a couple different times since then and as far as I know, the girls haven't cyberbullied anyone since. No one was there for me, but I want to be there for someone else. I'm here to listen.

ok, well since im going to do this i will tell u iv been kinda of big since i was about in third grade..and i got bullied alot..and the best thing i could do .. is not give them the satisfaction of knowing i was hurt about it. so i sucked it up and i tried many ways to lose weight..i tried to make my self hurl.. but if your me, you cant do that easily. and then i would secretly take laxitives. but, the thing that suxs about food is..its kind of a coping thing..and its sometimes the thing u turn to. but when i finally did lose alot of weight. i got popular. i first  lovvvedd it! but one day i saw someone get bulllied and it just made me feel insecure again, soo i stood up for the guy who was getting bullied and it felt great!  and true friends come out when they see you,.. just being you!  soo just think about it this way, if you will..you have like 12 years of school and about 80 years on life...so just ingore them because one day..there gonna be looking at themselfs a whole new way..and lookin at you different too. so if you need hope, .. just count on that

Since I was about 8 years old I have been overweight and I've been teased about. After about 4 years of it I just started to believe everything that the bullies said. They would say I would spend the rest of my life sitting at home getting fatter and that I'm so ugly that no one even wants to talk to me, but now I play softball just about everyday and I participate in my school's indoor colorguard and the dance team and I also lost some weight doing it. Also, I'm slowly starting to believe in myself more and more because of the friends that have stuck by me.