I started getting bullied in 2nd grade. I would try to stand up for myself but I would get in trouble. But before the end of the year he moved. But I have repeatedly moved and its hard being the new girl. By 5th grade I had already been to 5 different schools. So I grew really nervous because I had to make lots of friends in short periods of times and end up moving a little while after . So in 5th grade a group of 'popular' girls would try to gang up on me but I had one girl on my side. But we would end up not becoming friends. But during that I met my best friend. And I wasn't bullied for the rest of 5th grade because I was my own person and I would have myself and my friend to defend me. When we were getting ready for middle school they said we would have AT LEAST  one person we knew on our teams (we have teams at my school like A,B,C,K,E) and I was one the B team but guess what? NO ONE I knew was on my team. So I was really shy and it took me a while to make friends. But in the middle of the year I started dating this guy named Jorge. And in this case everyday I fell more in love but he fell less in love. So when he broke up with me he wrote me a note and his friend gave it to me. I couldn't stop crying and had to be sent home. Later on I started to self-harm.  I became an emotional disaster. But after we broke up plenty of people started bullying me and calling me rude name. For almost two years I had been self-harming. I had a secret instagram account that was suicidal and all bout suicide, depression, and self-harm. One day I posted a picture with me holding a handful of pills. They had words written one them like "hoe", "ugly" etc. I had written a description of the photo saying 'Im done, I know I'm gonna do it sometime in the winter." And little did I know someone from the high school in my district had been following my account. She had told the police officer at the school. That day I went to the Counselor and told her I felt depressed and I'm just tired. Later during lunch I was called to the office. (FWI THIS IS 7TH GRADE)  And I have to go to the assistant principles office. The police asked me about it and I burst into tears telling him it was me. They had me taken away from the school to the hospital. They called my parents and about an hour after me being in a hospital my parents come. They make me promise to never do it again. They found out I was bisexual and they still accept me for me. Later a woman came from the hospital called St. Alexian Brothers and she questions me and they decide if I need to be hospitalized or not. I do. They take me in another ambulance to that hospital where I'm checked in. My dad started crying and he never cries. My mom is hugging him and hes saying 'I don't want them to take my daughter away from me." I have to fill out papers and I just feel numb. Girls and boys are walking up and down the hallways and I'm just so embarrassed. So finally its official. I'm inpatient. (Staying overnight in a hospital) For the first few days its hard. I miss home. I'm talking to multiple adults about everything. I get my own doctor and she gives me a quiz. The next day I'm diagnosed with depression and anxiety. I talk out all my problems and I cry because hearing people read off my stupid decisions you realize how its not the answer. So after a few weeks I become Outpatient (Go home around two) So after a while I went back to school. Now I'm over 33 weeks clean from self-harm (over 5 months). Yet everyday is another battle with trying not to have a relapse. So far, I'm wining and bad habits aren't. All I needed was for someone to be there for me and realize that even when I smiled or laughed deep inside my eyes, I was a sad girl begging for help; for someone to say "Hey, I know your not okay so don't tell me that." To talk to. And it took dumb decisions to get that. So now when ever I see bullying I stand up for that person because I know what its like to be treat like your worthless. Just last week I stood up for someone and told a teacher and a few minutes later the assistant principle came out and congratulated me. So thats my story and I hoped I touched people because it was even hard for me to write this without crying. (Sorry Its Long)

I am the type of person that stays clear of bullying. I don't do anything about it when I know I should. My new goal is to step up and help anyone getting bullied. I want to be anyone's shoulder if they need it. I stand for the silent. 

hi my name is beth im 13 i go to fairview middle school and i have dyslexia .dyslexia is a common problem it makes it harder to read and write and understand what people say . it all started in the 1st grade when we started reading in class i new i was different i couldn't read as fast as the others as time went on and years past i got worse some kids where on a 5th grade reading level and was  still on 3 so people started makeing fun off me called me names so i did what my bro did i started karate it helped me focus and i learnt a lot so then last year i started band which only made it worse but i met some rilly cool people and thay gave me the courage to stand up to my bullys and and thats why i always where a bracelet that ses courage and i also where a bracelet that ses love to remind me that my band geeks will always love me till the end

I can remember back to the beginning of my 5th grade year. It was after an amazing summer knowing that I'd go back to seeing my slight group of friends, but what I never really expected was the words. I am a creative kid, someone who loves different music than everyone else with very different interests. I wasn't a "popular" kid. There were days when i was called gay and was treated like trash by the others. The year ended and at my graduation kids left saying words under there breath about me, even there parents said I was the strange kid, that i would be alone and how my parents could have ever raised a kid like me. Things only got worse going through middle school, I tried my hand at trying to fit in with the others to get rid of the name calling but instead they continued with it, they got me in trouble for things i didn't do. I look back and see that those kids would be great in acting, faking that I hit them, that i called them names, they teased me. It got to the point in 7th grade where one kid reached the point where he beat the back of my skull in with his fist. I never spoke up. and I regretted that I didn't. He ended up suspended and when he came back, he made my life hell. I got to the point of cutting and think of suicide. The only reason I am here to tell you my story is because of my friends I have. One night i held a knife to my throat and i was going to end it all, till my friend ran in and saved me from it. He made me go to my parents and guidance about it, it made me better. Most of it all has stopped, I am now a junior in high school and the slight words they say dont hurt me anymore because i know that I could never be brought to that point again. I will spend the rest of my life doing anything to stop others from getting to that point. I want to be an unseen angel...

    I'm currently in the 7th grade at Blaine Elementary School. Last year when I was in the 6th grade I've done something I regret to this day. I sent a picture of my entire breasts to a guy that I thought I could trust and cared about. It was in March, on a weekend he said he was alone and would delete it. He was with a bunch of friends and showed them all. But he did delete it I hope. Then on Monday, I was late so I walked into the class late hoping nobody knew. They all knew, rumors went here and  there. The whole 8th, 7th, and 6th grade knew all of middle school. Even some 5th and 4th graders knew. It got to everyone. Nobody would talk to me that day. They all told me I was a stupid bitch. How I was ugly and they don't know why I sent the picture. They called me a slut, skank, whore, hoe, they called me everything in the book. Then I started to hurt myself by cutting, 2 people found out then told the teacher. Then ALL of the teachers knew and ignored me and treated me different in a weird way. But they told the counselors, they then talked to me and tried to "help" me. But it didn't help, I yelled at them. Over and over again I yelled, screamed, and cried.  Then the guy whom I sent the picture to, got suspended one day. They as well suspended me because I was in pornography. I hated it. Then I thought people were over it, till I started dating a guy from Bell (Who used me cause he thought I would give a Blowjob) they went back at it AGAIN. I got told I would be 16 and pregnant, I got told I need to stop talking to guys cause I might give them aids. They told me I was a slut again. They wouldn't stop. Then I didn't have much people to talk to either, either they thought I was a slut or their parents wouldn't allow them to talk to me. So I had to do it alone so I told a teacher which told the counselor. But no help happened whatsoever. They let it go. It hurt. They kept doing what they did, till the end of the year. Where the guy whom I sent the picture to tried hugging me. I let him, then he texted me and asked to have "fun" in a sexual way again. I said no this time. But during the summer, I have got probably over 50 phone calls which I had people tell me I was a slut, bitch, fat, ugly, whore, pimple face. They called me everything they knew. It hurt. They told me my legs were to big, I was flat, my face was ugly and everything. But now honestly some people mention but not a lot, I have a lot of friends, and they all moved on from what has happened and I am so grateful for that. Even though here and there I get called ugly, fat, thunder thighs, beaver tooth, lizard face, I try to get over it. Yes I do still self-harm myself. But now it's less. I am feeling a bit better. Well I think I can learn to stand up for myself now. That photo was a lesson.

              Well Im a 6th grader at East Middle School, and about at the beginning the year and there was a girl in one of my classes and she was getting called things like the devil,fatty, b**ch and so one and people where throwing paper at her with drawings of a piece of sh*t on it saying it was her. Well she moved to my lunch table and my friend whisper to me " she smells why is she sitting over here" and I said back " do you think she wants to be like that maybe she does have the best clothes or shoes or house it doesn't matter!" And she turned against me and so did all of my other friends they called me a b**ch and would not sit with me and told the people I like that I had some sort of sex disease. And I went to the principle to tell him and he couldn't get to talk to me until almost a week later and said he would talk to them later and I responded back " you have all these posters up around the school about it'd you she someone or a re getting bullied go to a teacher and I came to you and this is what I get out of you" so I went to are school police man and told him what was going on and about what the principle and he told the school board and the girl that was talking about her had to have a in school  dentition and they tracked shown everybody else how was making fun of her and she for once felt like she had someone to help her up.  

I am sixteen years old , a junior in high school, and want to take a stand against bullying. I was bullied my last year of elementary and all through middle school. Thankfully when I had gotten to high school it finally stopped. I had never told my parents I was bullied because i feared it would have gotten worst then it already was. I always kept it to myself and still no one knows it has happened to me. People I believe will never truly I understand hoMichigan words can hurt. I can be the simplest word and still feel like a nice to the heart. I couldn't stand what people would say. i am glad it has stopped for me but I am devastated it is happening to others. It has now happens to my little brother who is only 10 years old. I live in constant fear that my brother will be pushed to far to the limit where he can't take it any more. I fear that for every kid and I want it to stop but it seems people don't care enough to make it happen. It's sad how it take someone to die for anyone to notice what they went through. Even when someone dies not much is done and that is horrible thing to let happen to anyone. We need to do more to save the future of out country. We need to stand up and fight for what is right and it all starts with you!

He is 8 yrs old love to dance and make people laugh, and has little to no confidence but wants a lot of friends (like all kids would). He started a new elementary school last September and i know that being the new kid isn't easy but he was so excited! i would say about November 2012 he had his first fight in the bathroom at lunch, no aides was there or teachers around of course.he told me a few days later, the next day I went to the school to talk to the principal and police cop and all they said was we will talk to the boys and your son we will to the bottom it. I called the next day to hear of the solution the principal said they talk to the class of the kids who was fighting my son and there will not be anymore issues. so i talked to my son everyday to see if there is any more problems he said no. Later in march 2013 the friends of the two boys that had fought my son jumped Justin and his two cousin on there way home from school. I went to the school so angry, they said they playing and three kids said was shaking their heads "NO". We a conference with their parents and administration team from the school. We all seen where these kids get there behavior from god bless them!! Now my son still smiles everyday and have high hopes of making more friends. We talk everyday still until this day. I want Justin to let a teacher or tell me if anything. Also to stand up for himself......God Bless!!!

When I was in middle school, I started to develop acne. As a young girl we all know that this isn't the most attractive trait to have. It started when I was in 7th grade. I went to a dance with one of my friends and when this kid wanted to dance with me, I was in disbelief. I felt so pretty. About a week later, I found out that I would be attending this school, and when I saw this kid, he whispered to one of his friends that I looked better when the lights were off. I was mortified. Things seemed okay, and then when I got to high school things just got worse. I was a freshmen and was humiliated weekly. I was never the girl that slept around, I tried out for the dance team and basketball team and I never made it. My acne was still pretty bad as well. I got awful rumors spread about me, never got invited anywhere, and I was constantly looking for acceptance. When my acne started to disappear around my junior year, I was already known as the ugly girl, but all the guys started to talk to me. I would never give it up, but the guys would still call me a slut and say that I was easy.  I thought my acne was the problem, but apparently all my problems were just beginning. I graduated from high school in 2008 and I was the happiest girl in the world. I grabbed my diploma and never looked back. Inside my constant bullying was just beginning to wreak havoc on my life. I started to date around, got into a ton of trouble, went through awful abusive boyfriends both mentally and physically. I was told my one guy that I needed to look more like Katy perry. I was also pushed and shoved out of one of my boyfriends trucks and he acted like he was going to run me over. Up until about three years ago, I suffered internally every single day. I wouldn't wish being bullied on my worst enemy. I was always the nice girl and that was my biggest problem. I am happier today, but I will never forget how every one of these guys and girls treated me. I have a husband now, and am back in college and I am still trying to forget High school and all the turmoil that came with it. 

All last year I was being bullied and than I took it out on my little brother. I didn't relize what I was doing until this year. I keep telling him im sorry but I don't think that cuts it. so I talk to my friends and family about it and I mostly talk to my little brother. when I started bullying him I was just think about myself and I was thinking that I was alone. after I stopped bullying my little brother I started cutting. cutting didn't make me feel better it made me feel worst. so I started dating a lot of guys (but not at the same time) being with more guys made me feel better but than people started calling me names so I ran away from it all and cried my self to sleep every night. sometimes I remember the bad bullying and cry but I just need to drop it and talk to people I trust. but I cant trust anyone> </3