It all began when i was in middle school. I was always picked on by my 3 brothers and I hated it... Once  I got to middle school i spent the first few months watching the more unfortunate kids get picked on a lot. After awhile I couldn't take it any more and I began to stand up for them. It made me the not so cool kid in school but I was a big girl and I could hold my own and there were not many people who would stand up to me. To say the least, these kids were not picked on no were near as much and I felt good about myself and what I was doing. Recently my 13 year old began being bullied ... not horrible... but any kind of bullying is not ok. He informed the the school dean of the problem and nothing was done and I had to go up there and make sure something was done. Schools say they are not dealing with bullying and yet my kids come home and tell me this!!! These kids need people to stand up for them!!! Everyone should take a stand!

My story started when i was put in ESE. Everything was amazing, fun, and I had so many friends. in first grade, the program decided to put me in regular classes with ESE classes. The thing is that I speech disability and I kinda had some dyslexia on the side. From the first day till the end of elementary school, I was bullied emotionally and sometimes physically. I was left out, pushed around, laughed at, humiliated in front of everyone, and only had 2 to 3 friends. Girls called fat, stupid, ugly, hideous. The boys all ways told me "no one will ever like me or love me." I believed it. There was this girl who told me everyday "no boy will every like you and that everyone hated me." I believed that too. It spiraled down to the point of self-harming, suicidal thoughts, depression, and horrible grades. I felt alone, lost, and hopeless. I was numb and hopeless inside, I just wanted to end it all. I saw my self as a nothing and I saw my self in a negative way. My parents found out of my self-harming and immediately put me to rehab. Even though i relapsed a few times, i was able to overcome my self-harming and my negative feelings. I finally got a fresh start and started to be positive. I didn't feel alone, lost, or hopeless. I finally felt happy. I still have emotional scars, some times I wake up in the middle of the night having dreams and thoughts of the bullying that has happened to me. But now I am healthy and happy and getting my life moving on.   

My family is not the riches, we lived paycheck week to week. I never had the finest things or the best. We moved so many time. I had been to six different schools and it was still hard.

I am a big girl and that is what did it. People would call me a whale or a cow. Because of that I suffer from Depression and Borderline Personality Disorder.

I got tired of all that crap at school I would try anything not to go. One day i just stayed home and got in trouble by my parents. I wouldnt really say anything about what was happening knowing it wouldn't do any good.

I have three older brothers. My oldest is 29 but has a mind of a 6 year old. He got it worse then me.

But we still had Justin and Jake. They knew it was happening to us and would stand up for us.

When Jake dropped out of school that was hard. I had no one there to help me. With my parents permission i dropped out. I didn't regrete doing that because a year later I lost my father. That is when I decided to go back. I was 17 when i dropped out and 20 when i graduated.

My fathers wish was for me to finish and I did. No one messed with me. Being 20 would do that. But i know that Bullying was happening at my school. I stood up for them and because friends with them. I got to know people before judging. I still get crap for bing fat. but i dont care. I still stand up for the victims and i will always will.

Bullying needs to stop. Too many kids are dying because one or more kids think its cool to act like an ass. Words do hurt and schools and parents need to help out.

One problem at my school was they would not do anything to help. That needs to stop and they need to speak up.

My name is Daniel Shelton, and I currently live in Highland Heights, KY. I was bullied my entire education career all the way from 1st grade to high school graduation. Bullying sent me to therapy, pushed me to be angry and on edge all the time. In middle school, I got bullied so much that I had to see a psychiatrist. This was after my P.E. teacher refused to do anything about the bullying, telling my mother that I would just have to deal with it (to which my mother hopped across the desk and slugged him. Go mom.)  I started taking up martial arts in the hopes that I would be able to defend myself, but then I got made fun of for that, even after I was able to stop fights and fight back successfully. I started to hide from people in school, go find my friends, who luckily were bigger than me and could provide some form or protection from the older kids. I went to a school that required Military Police to walk around because of the gang member population, so you can imagine the level of violence those kids were capable of. When I got out of high school, my little brother had to deal with bullying as well. I am now 23 years old, and I want to make a difference. I wasn't able to get the kids that bullied me to stop, but I want to get the bullies of this generation to see what kind of damage it can do to children. I don't want other kids to go through the beatings, name calling, loneliness of being bullied.

the farthest back bullying incident of being bullied that I can remember is back in 8th grade. I left my desk to get help with math for a period and when i came back i opened my planer and someone had covered 2 pages with things saying "i like girls, im a lesbian, i like my woman" stuff like that. I also get called annoying, dumb, fat, ugly, slut, whore, gay. And even my cousin bullies me. He makes fun of my grades, he says i do drugs. He called me gay and made fun of me being trans. Words can hurt. watch what you say. im ftm transgender. i also get called creepy, weird and called fucked up cause im trans. So really we need to stop the bullys

My name is Chontelle Kindleysides, im from Wagga Wagga, NSW Australia. 

I was bullied for 13 years. Day in and day out. 

I was bullied by my day care mum, pre-school children, from the day i hit kinderarten, to year 9. The only reason it stopped was because i had enough. I stood up for myself and told them to stop, it got worse before it got better, but eventually they gave up. 

When i was a kid, and i got picked on, it would break my heart, i didnt know what todo, do i run? do i laugh? do i say something? i started to hurt myself at the age of 7. And continued on till this day. 

I was always reaaallllllyyy tall and skinny, i was seriously like a mini model. I would get all kinds of names about my appearence. it was so painful to just stand there and lsiten, but by this time i had alreaady started to hear things, i had an imaginary friend named dot. he helped me through lot, but whenever i gotpicked on he would tell me to listen and listen carefully to what they say. it was tormenting but i had todo as i was told. 

I couldnt go anywherre without someone picking on me. i would walk around the school and would have people push me down, and kick me. I couldnt go to the toilet, no where was safe for me. 

People dont understand the consept of being bullied, its not just a bunch of name callings and someone hurt you now and then, its the physical and emotional abuse that comes with it. Its the scaring that leaves a child or teenager. I mean, it brings girls and boys to ending there own life so they didnt have to wake up in the morning and feel the way they did because of other people telling them they arent societies idea of a person.

I was a lonely girl, i never really had much to do with anyone, i was a polite girl because thats the way i was raised. Every new kid that came to the school i would instantly try to be their friend. But noone wanted me to have friends because i was the weird and feral one. 

You see, im not going to sit here and right out everything, from day to day, of me being bullied and how it affected me, because right now, i am seriously that mentally unstable that talking about it kinda gets me a little odd... 

I want to help as many kids that i can to stop bulling. It is ridiculous how kids can find someone being punished for being themselves get pushed to the ground like they are scum. Because they are not! Everyone is different and you are tought that from day one! You are tought your manners, you are tought how you should speak to someone in a polite matter. You are tought how to do a bunch of things to not be rude to someone. i dont know how some kids got 'how are you today?' into 'your a d***head'. 

I've been overweight all my life. I've also been "fatty", "fatso", "ugly", "fat albert", and hundreds of painfully clever other names alluring to my weight or unattractiveness. My name is Mitch, which unfortunately rhymes with a curse word. When I was in kindergarten my parents divorced and I moved with my Mother to a different part of the state. Two schools in two years. I was picked on, pushed, teased, taunted, and beat up nearly daily for those two school years. Not only was I the "new kid", but I was also "the fat kid". Double doozy.

Sadly, I never grew into my size, but I did grow strong and I learned to be cruel and mean; to strike first, making others the target before I became the target. I became a bully, making life miserable for others for years. I remember my youth as a time of pain and fear.

Today I'm nearly 40 and I carry much shame and pain from years of spending time on both sides of bullying. When I saw the trailer for Bully last year it moved me to tears. Now I'm proud to get on with the Bully Project and hope to organize a community-wide campaign in my home town.

My daughter goes to school in lincoln arkansas and she get's bullied all the time i've went to the principle on and off but she said she would take care of it but she don't.I'm so sick of the bulling in this school i so ready to go too the news or radio stations or something because i will do what ever it takes to help my daughter. 

My son goes to school in Japan.  He is different from the other kids at his school with his blond hair and relatively poor Japanese.  The kids are friendly when the teachers are around, but some are very sneaky and get punches and kicks in, and call him names when the teachers look the other way.

When my wife and I found out we complained to the teacher, and he said they are just lively kids just like he was when he was young, and nothing was going on - my son was too sensitive.  Kids are sometimes rough, and you just have to get use to it, but he would look into it.

A month later nothing had changed - the bullying was still going on, so we saw the teacher again.  He became very hot headed and denied that anything could be going on in his class, and my son was just making up stories and just likes to draw attention to himself and be the center of attention.  Nothing could be further from the truth, as my son is quite shy.  The relationship with the teacher went downhill and so did my sons grades.

We escalated the situation to the head master, who listened but also was skeptical as my son's teacher was the schools star performer and a highly respected educator.

The outcome was that he changed classes to another teacher, and the star performer continues to live in a fantasy that no bullying occurs in his classroom.

I have forwarded this program to the teacher and headmaster, and hope they follow through.

Thanks for setting up this great project.

Adrian.

I support the bully project. I like many others have been a victim of not only school but society. Ever since I was young, people have insulted me, pushed me around and tormented me until I felt terrible. No one should deserve to feel this way. People did not give me the benefit of the doubt I deserved because of the way I look even when I gave them a chance. I never did drugs or drink. At some point I came to a point where I would take my own life. I wanted to make them know enough was enough. But I saw the one thing inside of me that kept me going and not take my own life. Hope. It was hope to prove society wrong that someone as unattractive and seemingly unsuccessful boy can become someone more. I became a supporter of those being bullied inside and outside of school because I know what its like to feel in a pit of darkness. I know. I've been there. I know roam the streets of Los Angeles along with other supports to keep the idea of hope alive. My name is Midnight and I am a real life super hero. We all have our dark moments, but as long as you keep holding on, you will see the light. The light of hope.