was bullied through out all of elementary and a little in middle school. I finally stood up for myself in middle school (6th grade). I'm currently 17 years old in 10th grade. I still get bullied on because of my height. I am short but I've learned to accept it. It just doesn't seem fair that everyone I meet has the same reaction, like "woah, you're so short" or "why don't you grow" I want to make a difference in the world, I want for all the kids and teens or maybe even adults to be able to be themselves and not be judged. 

 Learned to keep my head up high and not let those mean people get to me, but some people aren't as strong as I can be.

In my life I have been picked on constantly ...And Im getting sick of it. but what can I do?"nothing" thats what Ive been told my whole life. I was also told to stand up for myself. but when I do I get my ass kicked even worse. My voice needs to be heard and It will be heard now. Im taking a stand against bullying and this is my story, my pain and my life. My name is Dailen Yackobeck. I am sixteen years old and a Bisexual boy. I came out in my home town about two years ago, and got very little flac about being "different" but its gotten worse lately. I got beat as a kid when I was little by my father. and little did I know it would lead me to doing srugs drinking and cutting myself. Ive stopped all of that because I see there is hope. I still struggle but atleast I know there are people that share simmilar experiences as me. and I want to be able to talk to those people...so if you are one of those kids or parents of these kids message me and Ill give you anything you need...thank you for listening to me everyone My name is Dailen

My dear friend, who was kind, loving, and outgoing, was picked on incessantly just because she wasn't part of the social norm. Just because she was different. Days were spent consoling her rather than her being able to spend time being a normal teenager.

I remember my own time in school when I was picked on. How I would be pushed, shoved, and attacked. No one ever believed how bad the abuse was, when 3 and 4 kids at a time would come at me. I persevered  and made it through and made it my goal to let her know that she could to. That things would get better. That she could escape.

It's only been two months since my friend decided to leave us behind. I hope that wherever she is, she is happy. I feel so much sadness, and so much remorse. I wish there was more I could have said to prevent her decision. I wish my words had carried a bigger impact. I wish she could have seen that. 

Sadly, she did not. Her cries were only heard by those who loved her. Her pleas fell on deaf ears at her school. The bus driver ignored her pain. Only those at home knew her true plight, and only when it was too late.

I miss my friend. But if her story can do anything to help, then I will spread it. I will stand strong FOR HER. I will be HER voice.

I have been bullied for my entire life(granted I'm only 12) and I still am today. I have never fit in. I listen to "weird" music, wear "weird" clothes and I am lesbian. I am bullied constantly and my school does nothing about it. When I was seven years old I attempted suicide. That was one of my lowest points. From that point on especially, I became an advocate for bullying and suicide prevention. My mind and heart have been in over-drive on this subject for five years at least. It's appalling that people could be so cruel, and that schools let it happen. Something needs to be done, to save the other kids like me.

I never would have thought this could happen in Elementary school. The school does nothing to discipline those who bully and do nothing to stop it. My son doesn't deserve to be kicked, pushed, clothes ruined, or poked with pencils on a daily basis. I am pulling my son out of public schools because teachers and counselors will do nothing to help him. My heart hurts from the disappointment in my child's school.

As with most kids, I was bullied.  However I don’t think that most kids have gone through what I’ve gone through. I was home schooled by religious parents until sixth grade, and then thrown into the public school system.  I had never really talked to other kids, didn’t know the ways of the world, so my idea of school was that of Disney movies. I was sure that there would be one mean kid who I would thwart in the end and we all would grow to be great friends. Sadly this wasn’t the case. For three years at that school I was physically and emotionally tortured. I was pushed and punched and stabbed and choked and tripped and booked and even sexually assaulted a couple times.  Called every derogatory name you can think of and then some. Towards the end of seventh grade I realized I was gay, which you think I would have realized sooner seeing as people had been calling me a disgusting faggot for two years. In eighth grade it got to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore, and I only saw one way out.  I threatened to bomb the school, and was kicked out, sent to court, and charged with a felony.  After that I went to a new school, where people talked just as much crap about me, but it only got physical once or twice.  I’ve struggled with anorexia and self harm. I’ve tried to kill myself three times. From all the years of people picking on every one of my flaws I can no longer leave the house without coats of makeup (I’m a boy, so this usually just brings more picking) and now I have terrible anxiety.  I always feel like people are watching me or talking about me no matter what. I had to drop out of high school altogether due to these feelings, I’m clinically depressed, at times manic, I’ve relapsed into self harm, and I hate, no loathe every single inch of my disgusting worthless body. I am still very suicidal, and the reason I’m writing this is because if you’re a parent, or a student being bullied or a bully yourself, this is what can happen to people. Kids out there younger than me have it worse than I did; I’m 17 and haven’t left my house in 7 months. Don’t let your child/let yourself/make someone turn out like me. It’s not worth it.

When i was in 4the grade, i went to a school in california. I usually wore turtle necks, had poofy hair. I was picked on because of it. I was used, and only truly had one best friend.

in fifth grade i remember going over to a group of girls sitting down and when i sat down with them, they left. a couple of boys noticed it and walked by saying to me "look who has no friends." It made me sad to think that i didnt actually have many friends. The "cool girls" would tell me to hold their stuff and they would say that i am their friends, but i knew i was only being their maid. I also used to be picked last for being on a team. 

When it was the last day of school and i had to move to a different state it was actually hard on me. I didnt want to move away from my one and only best friend. Also i didnt know what the new school would be like for me. Today i have many friends and i no longer had gotten picked on. I stand up for myself and others. Im not the shy girl anymore. I now know what true friendship is. I know it does get better. No one should have to feel sad or lonely like this. Stay strong<3

In elementary school, I worked hard to fit into the popular crowd. The girls I hung out with bullied a lot. I never said anything and I'm sure I took part in it sometimes too. I grew out of it pretty quickly and got new (better) friends. The part that kills me is, I don't remember specific incidents. I know that there are people walking around with those experiences hanging over there heads; with pain in their hearts that I caused or let happen. A couple of years ago my brother was severely beaten by his so-called friends. He was very strong and forgave them for what they did. It affected our family greatly and it's still something I carry around. We fought hard for justice and we saw no results from the school or the court. I am now two years away from becoming a high school teacher and I will not let bullying go ignored.

hi my names is adrian. i was once bullied as a child by students in my school. i would get called pizzia face, carrot top because i had red hair, devils child, and much more. i would always go home cryying everyday because of the kids. but as i got older it started not to bother me much. but now i am a mom to five beautiful kids. i sat them down and talked to them about not bullying other kids. because it cause alot of damage to another in the inside that we dont see to the naked eye. i showed my kids this movie bully and they saw first hand what bullying can do to somebody. and my one daughter was sad of all the things that the kids were saying.

I just finished watching the documentary on Netflix and was totally moved by the support that parents and children are trying to start. I have an idea that my oldest child gets bullied at school and hasn't told us yet. He is almost 12. I am not saying that he is completely innocent either, I think he bullies because he gets bullied. I have approached the administration about this and they directed me to the guidance counselor who was worthless and I realized after the documentary that I was going to have to take this into my own hands and raise awareness in the school system on my own. That is why I joined this site to get support and help as I start my quest to make all the kiddos feel safe in and out of school. Thank you all ahead of time for the thoughts, prayers and support. <3

Elizabeth Smith- Salem, VA