I am grateful that i have never been subjected to PHYISICAL bullying and pray for the kids who are!...but MENTAL and EMOTIONAL bullying is just as bad. I remmeber all through elementry school up till about 8th grade i was bullied. A few people would constantly call a nerd and a geek just cuz i tried reall hard in school and did well. I wore glasses in 3r grade till now. i am a Junior in highschool soon to be a senior next year and wear contacts as well now to school. I couldnt even hold my friends hand in elementry school without being called a lesbian. Just because you hold the same sexes hand or even if  you have a gay friend does not make you gay.I have Bi-Sexual,gay and lesbian friends and love them to peices!! It shouldnt matter who we hang out with because we are all peeple and should be treated that way NOT like some kind of wild animal. I have been called fat and loser. I now for a fact i am not fat but do sometimes feel like i am a loser and like i am worthless because all through school the people around me had something special about them but i never did. In the 7th grade i was scared of being called names and would just hang out in the library witha few other people and did this till he middle of 8th grade. When i got to highschool i came to resolution that i would just eed to wait it out and be strong. i couldnt let this peoples words hurt me...but they still did. I tried so hard not to let it show. I fnally moved to another town with my twin sister and grandma when she lost her house. I am so grateful and LOVE my mom for letting me move in with my grandma and have the oppratunity to go t oa different school. I have made so many amazing friends here that love and support me and i have not forgotten my few TRUE friends back where i grew up. They are the ones who helped me get through it all. there are kids out there who have no one and that makes it harder for them to stay strong because a person can only take so much heartache throughout there life before they decide to give up. We need to reach out to those people and let them know they are NOT alone and there are people who CARE for them. I will stay strong and helps others do the same!

Was bullied from 1st - 10th grade.   I was different then the rest of the kids.  I loved Art.  This was my escape from reality.  I was very shy and smiled a lot.  Kids tormented me because I always smiled.  I put on a front to try to show them that they couldn't bring me down.  Inside they did,  on the outside I keep smiling.   I was tripped, Books knocked out of my hand,  Kids spat on my lunch.   Sprayed perfume on me in class.  Last to be picked in Gym.   Feared going to the restrooms.  Had kids laugh at me and complain to the teacher when I had to read in front of the classroom.  I had a lisp so that enhanced the teasing.  I use to avoid certain hallways.  I wasn't a fighter plus my dad said if I ever got into a fight at school, I would be punished.      Was not fun.

  I recently viewed old home movies of me and everyone tells me how cute I was.   Sadly I never knew it.  I thought I was the most horrific looking human on the face of the earth.   I was called many things.  So after so long I was convinced that is all I was.    Once I moved things changed.  I moved from NY to AZ and what a difference.  I was still the same person but students loved my lisp, my looks and my not so macho personality.  Don't get me wrong,  I continuously questioned everyone who wanted to talk with me.    It has taken me many years to finally get a grip of my past and deal with it.  The best way for me to healing is to do something about it.   I am not a good public speaker  ( I still have that over whelming fear of everyone laughing at me and I start to panic.)  so I use my voice through the computer.   This movie is a life changing experience for me and I will do whatever I can to reach as many people as I can to help bring attention to this movie and to help give Victims a voice.        -  Gary Liefer       

I never really had many friends in elementary or middle school, and 7th-8th grade were the peak of my distress. I had always been the teachers' pet, with frizzy hair, buck teeth, and glasses. did often did not feel comfortable in social situations. I had no more than 2 close friends, and I did not fit in anywhere by any means. I was constantly made fun of for my looks, and was often called annoying, stupid, ugly, weird, etc...you know, the classics. In 7th grade, one of my friends started to hate me..so much so that she started a club against me. On top of that, I had 3 boys ask me out as a joke within the span of 2 months. Though I said no to all of them, I was called a whore for having multiple "boyfriends," though I had never had a boyfriend in my life. In 8th grade, I was put down on a daily basis on my school bus. I would walk to my house crying every day. Then, naturally, when I stood up for myself, one of the girls who made fun of me daily would muster up some fake tears so she would have a sob story for her mother. Her mom then called my mom, and I was accused of doing everything that the other kids did to me, and I got all of the consequences for their actions, and no one believed me when I said it was them. My best friend even joined in out of fear that she would get bullied if she stood up for me.

I often thought of ways to hurt myself, run away, just generally escape the life I was living. I never did, though, and the only thing that kept me from any destructive action was the idea that God would be disappointed in me. Of all things. Though I was raised a Catholic and went to a Catholic school, I was not close to God..I saw Him as part of my education, not a friend or influence.

I am now stronger than ever. I am now at a public high school due to financial issues from my parents' divorce, and I have tons of friends. I have also found a release in arts--drama, singing, and drawing. I have gained a confidence that I never expected myself to have, and because it is clear that I don't care what people think, people have stopped making fun of me all together. I also got contacts and braces (which have been off for a little over a year), and now feel more confident physically as well.

I compare my life to that of a butterfly. You start as a caterpillar--not knowing your purpose, just trudging along eating your leaves and doing what you feel you're supposed to do. Then the time comes along where something surrounds you so completely that it holds you back from the outside world, and it is how and when you break out of this surrounding that proves and determines your strength as the new beautiful person you have become because of such a closure.

I am now a butterfly, given strength and vision by God, and I am now enjoying life more and more every day.

My advice to everyone being bullied is that it is very difficult to maintain an heir of confidence and it is even harder to hold your ground. Just remember, that you are only in your cocoon, and you have it inside of you to break out. It will take time and it will take strength, but it will be all worth it to prove them wrong. You have to believe that they are wrong. We are more than the names we are called, and we are more than the caterpillars we used to be. Stay strong, stay confident, and keep believing.

Growing up was Hell everyday of my life I was being bullied weather it was physically or emotionally. I'm now 20 Years old in the Military and I am still being bullied every day of my life. I've been called so many names and people look at me like im worthless. They call me FAG, HOMO, QUEER, and so many more awful things. Kids at school would treat me so bad to the point i had to see counselors. People thought if they hung out with me I'd turn them gay. I'm afraid everyday for my life and I'm a soldier and yet im scared one day i'll be jumped or hurt really badly. Its bad enough that when i try to speak i stutter and cant pronounce words or spell. Everything that I do I feel People will just look at me and call me stupid they make fun of me for it even friends who I thought were close make fun even though I told them I dont think its funny that I stutter or cant spell. Im afraid to go to college because of the fact that I'm dyslexic and I feel stupid. what people dont also realise that even as an adult you can still be picked on and tormented. I just want to be able to go out of my house with out having to look over my shoulder and feel like I can do things without getting dirty looks but i guess no matter what you do or who you are people will always talk and bully!

only 14 and hating life as it goes on.

everyday is the same day., same pain. feeling broken. suicidal. depressed.  useless . ugly.. fat... waste of space.. and worse.

I get made fun of every.freaking.DAY. I cant even go out anymore. when people see me, they yell out "there goes the fat girl!" all the fcking pain I deal with... ( I will try to watch my language ; sorry if I do swear and if it offends anyone...)

im over weight. fat . fat . fat. thats what I am. fat. and ugly. hideous.

last year in 7th grade...is when things started getting worse.. yeah when you're in 6th grade or below people make fun of you. but it wouldn't be bad as whats going on today when you're older and learning new.... "words" ? like fatass, whore, slut, bitch, all that... that stuff really does hurt.

but like what I was saying... last year is when stuff got bad. peoples hurtful words really got to me. every night I hear those life ruiners' voices saying the hurtful shit they said.  I cried my self to sleep EVERY NIGHT. and still do. Last year , in the beginning of may... like today ; is when I took that razor blade across my wrist. that one little cut .. Changed everything.. I knew about self harmers, and didn't want people in my school to know..so I did it all over my upper thighs.  I was scared when I did that first cut.. "what am I doing?" "is this right" "do I go deeper"  all those questions in my head... voices in my head took over once again. last summer it was bad . I cut my thighs ALL THE TIME. even over little things. thats how weak I felt. but when I really did that damage, it wasn't because of the bullying (b/c school was out) I cut more in the summer because of my............parents. yes them. my dad mostly. and my mom too I guess. but when ever we argued and when it was bad, I went to the bath room and took out the blades to cut. I remember it was a lot of the summer nights I would selfharm. it was so bad....and then I realized, all of a sudden I really did care about my weight, when really I didn't care before. and then I realized I was sad...a lot. listened to A LOT  sad music.  it helped me tho.

im in my 8th grade this year, a little over a month, and I graduate from there. im glad im leaving that hell place. things are still bad :/

I have NO ONE to talk to at school, and I do have "friends" I guess but they would probably leave me If I were to say anything about me self harming , being suicidal, and being depressed... they would just leave.  I know that bc they always joke about cutting , etc. and they think its funny. meanwhile I hear them laugh/joke about it I get angry and hurt because they don't even know who I am anymore. -.- :/

I bet if your reading this, you might be like "shut up already" well, im done.

god bless.

Its been a few years since i was in school but the cuts are still there that was that was really advent when i watch bully so i thought i would tell my story.

I got bully really bad because i stuttered was in speech therapy since i started school to my last day. it was really bad in elementary school when kids would all it never stop would make fun of me didnt matter when i was or when. also i got beat for it maybe they thought they could beat it out of me lol. but i remember run home as fast as i could to out run the bullies didn't always work. it got to the point i would hide in my room so i didn't have to face them. But like every other kid who get bullied when my mom and dad told the school about it we got  o really i'm so so sorry this happened to your child and then........... it got worst we  talk to them it was almost weekly monthly thing my dad was like you know what john start putting up for your self so my first day of 6th grade i had too much i hit the first kid who made fun of me, the kicker of that was it was my best friend in elementary. i got suspended like 31 times that year now that i look back was not the best action but it stop after that i protected the little guys people who didn't have my size or the courage to say to stop i am a person just like you and it hurts. now im 23 have a really well paying job didn't let it keep me down thank you for reading and i will stand for the move for your kids for mine when i have them for a better tomorrow thank you       

Bullies Bullies Bullies that’s all there is in a school. Why do they become bullies? Did something happen to them in there homes? Are they being abused? Does their brother/sister hit them? We all ask these questions, but we never get answers. The movie “Bully” inspired me to write this because I got bullied in 6th 7th and the beginning of 8th grade.

      In 6th grade, 5 kids in the school gym jumped me during 8th hour. I was scared one of the girls was pulling my hair, while the 3 girls other were pushing me and you would never know but there was a boy too, he grab my arms, so I couldn’t defend my self. The thing that I don’t get is where was the sub when all this happen, oh yeah he was just on his phone talking to someone. Sometimes I wonder, what would happen if the sub stopped them, but I guess really nothing? I ran to the front office and when to talk to guidance and she told me that she didn’t believe that happen, she when and got my assistant principle because she wanted him to hear what had happen. He was in shocked but he told me that he was going to talk to the students, he told me if I had a sister or someone that I could stay in the bus loop so I nothing else would happen, I told him yes my cousin. When I got home, the first thing I remember was me going running to my older brother room and I started crying, he stopped what he was doing an asked me. “What happen at school today?” I told him “please don't tell mom” she was in the living room talking to someone. He said, “ tell me exactly what happen” and I told him. My mom walked in the room. She was in the floor crying and I couldn't stop crying. And I told her and she said “ oh my baby, don't cry everything is going to be fine go take a cold bath.” When I came out side I see my brother on the phone. My mom told me “your brother is calling 911” I was in shocked because I didn't want to get them in really big trouble. 30 minutes exacted a policemen knotted on the door. He told me to tell him everything that happens. Which I did. After that he said that it was good that you didn't hit them back because it would show that I maybe was the one that stared this whole thing. I was really scared to go school the next day, I thought that everyone was going to stared laughing, He wrote the report and say if I wanted to talk to the students to asked then why they did that but I didn't want to see them, so I just said a straight “no, thank you” Supposedly they had to get expelled but they didn't. Nothing happen to them, my principle said that it was better talking to them, I though to my self what’s the point, it already happen. My school says that they don't approve of bullying but it happens everyday, in a classroom, where’s there teachers? They don't see anything when you want them to see, but the students they see everything they don’t say anything because people started calling “snitches.” Or because they think that people will stop talking to them. All they care about is POPULARITY and fame in school.  I don't care about being popular in school, because for me that’s just a word, it was no meaning to me. And it will never have a meaning. It’s just a word that gets child kill because they’re not popular.

     My 7th grade year, I don’t remember what really happen I just remember always being sad and not wanting to go to school, because I though that people could started laughing at me and that I was a slut or a whore. And it’s funny how I though my “friends” would stand up for me and have my back but none of them did. They laugh they said things about me that weren’t true. All I can remember is my mom asking me if wanted to go to another school, to try to forget everything that happened, but my answer was no Mom, I have friends there I have my cousin in high school, but she was a senior already.  I didn’t want to leave Nova. I just remember I was in very big pain. I wanted to leave this world I always asked my self “ Why I’m I ALIVE, why I’m a living, why I’m I still in this planet?” I know kids that get bullied always asked them self those same question.

    In 8th grade. There were things that were going around school. “ SHE GAVE THE WHOLE SWIMM TEAM A BLOW-JOB” “SHE’S A SLUT” “SHE GAVE A HIGH SCHOOLER A BLOW-JOB” “SHE HAD SEX” “ THEY CAUGHT HER ON VIDEO GIVING ANOTHER GUY A BLOW-JOB.” I though that school was supposed to be for education not for lying, but seen 6th grade I don't care what people say. When the first rumors started I ignore them, but they started to get worst. And it got to the point, I wanted to kill my self, but I didn’t. I told my mom that a kid was saying things about me. She said tell your principle. So I when with my best-friend Blake. He supported me in anything I did, so he when with me. I told my principle everything and you know what he said, “ I need prove, of what there saying.” and I said “ill tried, but this is Nova people lie.” Everything when cold I ignored everything and now if people say something about me. I just ignore it. and if they keep going. Just ignore them. I didn’t told my mom the part of me wanting to kill my self, till I saw the movie “bully” and she said “ is not worth I, I would be alone, and you’re my only daughter.” We started crying; she said “ I’m always here for you, please tell me everything that goes thru my mind.”

     I learn about the movie in 5th period, my teacher said, “ We are going to watch a movie about “bullying” and I though to my self, we should watch the movie because in my 5th period there a lot of bullies, they just don’t realize that they are. When the movie stared everyone was in shocked that bullying is that bad, and that it hurts people that bad. But when the people stared talking the my classmates started laughing because they think is funny how the people talk, my friend and I were in shocked that Tyler killed himself because he got mentally bully, at age 11 all I know is that god is with him. But what about all the kids that get bullied, for no reason. Just because they’re different doesn’t mean there not human. We weren’t able to watch the whole movie. And the next class I asked him, “ why aren’t watching the movie anymore, and I asked him “why” but he never answers. So know I’m asking my self. Why aren’t we allowed to watch a movie that shows what bullying really does, real things that happen to kids, why? Is it that is harsh? Don’t they think that is exactly happening at nova!? I know it is.  I might not being physically bullied but I was in the stage of killing my self.

       It just takes one person to stand up, and stop bullying. Just one not a hundred just one kid can stop a kid form being bully just one kid can save a life. Don’t you think?? I do and I want to be that kid that stops bullying at nova and I think the movie “Bully” should be shown to the whole school. Just take an hour two however much is need to watch the whole movie. Bullying should just stop.                                                                                                        

my son is 11 years old and because of his initials at school they call him body odor . even tho at the school they have the rachels challange program in affect at both my sons schools they are both still picked on. i was picked on in school as well . however i was usually the one defending the ones who had it worse then me to the point of physical altercations because it ticked me off so bad. i firmly beleave schools should be held colpable if nothing is done about bullying we lose to many good kids because of bullying and something  be done. it will only get worse if we do nothing!!!!!!!!!!

I feel worthless, dumb, useless, like im just a pain. I do self harm and think about suicide every day. It has been about a week since i have self harmed. i know that seems like a little period of time but its a lot for me. i would like to thank my friend Jim he stands up to my "friends" and is always there for me. Hopefully i will be able to fully recover from self harming. Wish me luck. :)

I've been bullied all my life. When I was in 1st grade I got pushed into a fence and punched a few times by a 6th grader. What made it worse was his sister was my sisters best friend just sat and watched. I always got teased because I was clumsy. In 6th grade I started cutting my self because everyone in my class hated me. They all called my Miss. Piggy and other names. At recess they surrounded me and tried to fight me and many time I sat in the bathroom and cried. By the end of the year everyone knew who I was because of the rumors about me. I had been called a slut, whore, skank, and apparently I had been "pregnant" many times. It got a little better after a while. But when I started 7th grade many people tried to fight me and gang up on me. I continued to cut my self to deal with it. My "friends" started rumors about me and tried to get people to fight me and wanted to hurt me. I would sit in class and cry alot of the times I just broke down. At the end of 7th grade I decided no to let it bother me any more. I still get bullied but not quiet as much. I also stopped cutting my self earlier this year. I've had my urges but I've stayed strong.