I am one of the very few (In my opinion) people who haven't felt like I've been bullied. And for that I am thankful. But that does not mean I don't have an opinion on it. The though that a person feels so hated and unloved that they feel there is no other opion but to end their lives frankly it infuriates me to the core. It makes me cry thinking about it. I only wished that these people knew that there is someone who loves them. I love people and yes there are some I dislike but I still love them for being themselves. After watching Bully I have decided that this is an issue I must take a stand for. Thank you.

Ever since I was a young child I have been bullied for various reasons. At first I thought they were just jokes and went along with it. This included being called short and stupid. It got to the point where I was called ugly and a waste of space. When I was in 6th Grade I finally decided to prove people wrong, that I am really smart not stupid. I got a good grade which led to worse insults, being called a nerd and they name a side of a table after me "the nerd side". From 4th grade till half way through 7th grade I was in a foreign country and because the bullying got so bad I decided to move back home where I wasn't treated badly. But I was wrong to think things would be better for me there. I ended up being physically bullied; dragged over tables, beat up and also emotionally bullied. For months as soon as I got home from school I locked myself inside because the people around my house were waiting to hurt me. After 6 months I packed up and Moved country again. I made best friends and everyone treated me like royalty, till one day I decided to tell my secrets, all of them, to my best friends and they went and told everyone. During all the bullying in 8th grade I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. As I sit here, being a 9th grader, writing this all I want is to take my life.  

I was six years old when I was bullied for the first time. At first, it was just a fat joke, or a comment about what I was wearing. After a few months, it became even more. Now, I am in grade eight, and I have had the hardest time with bullies for the past eight years. I've been taunted and teased my entire life. I've been through things ranging from mean comments to beat downs to death threats. I have had my coat flushed down the toilet multiple times, and have had yogurt cups thrown at me. I have had guys offer me money to do certain things because of nasty rumors going around the school. I don't know what I did to deserve this. I was even hospitalized for self harming. I've attempted three times, and I still continue to cut. I've been to four different schools, and at three of them I've been bullied. My last transfer was three weeks ago. At this new school, I actually found people I can relate to. No one bullies anyone, and everyone seems to get along. I am currently raising money for a kids help phone walk, just because I know how hard it is for some people. I just finished watching the BULLY documentary about fifteen minutes ago, and it inspired me to make a change in my community. I promise, I will do anything it takes to make a difference with this campaign. And to all of you who have been bullied, stay strong. I know it's hard now, but trust me, it will get better.

When I was a kid I was lucky enough to make it by without getting bullied. My fear of possibly getting bullied, however, kept me from stepping out of my shell. Its confusing as a kid, not really knowing to run, or stand up for yourself, and I chose to hide instead. It was safer to go unnoticed, but missing out on playing and laughing was unfortunate. I felt just as outcast as any bullied kid. Stress, confusion, and frustration were all I felt during school; kids that actually got bullied felt twice as bad as I did. 

Now that I'm older, I feel bad for kids that aren't able to run around, to enjoy the fact that they are kids - wild and free. I want to stand up for those kids. They shouldn't have to be so confused and worried. Unlike me, I want them to be able to genuinely smile, and enjoy their childhood. 

I'm a teacher now, for the last 22 years. Bullying for me started in first grade. I was taller and generally bigger than most kids my age, I got glasses in first grade, and I was hispanic... one of very few in my school. I was always different, I didn't even fit in with all the other "weird" kids. It went on through elementary school. Once I got to junior high school, I had my cousin, Gerald, to be my champion, everyone loved him so they pretty much left me alone. Then in high school things really got worse. My father was an alcoholic and my mother backed him up all the time so I was really angry and had a short temper and very melodramatic personality. We were not wealthy, but all my "friends" were. They soon stopped inviting me to parties and such because I was so angry all the time. The one time someone, other than my cousin and sometimes my little brother, stood up for me was in 10th grade. A football player was throwing snowballs with rocks in them at me, keeping me from entering the band room. This guy, a really BIG guy named Silas, stepped in front of me and dared this jock to throw another one. He also told the guy that if he ever caught him or his friends bothering me again, they'd have to deal with Silas. That put an end to that, for a while... then the girls started in on me. Finally, it took me slapping the meanest girl to the floor in driver's ed class. On one hand, the coach teaching the class listened to both our sides of the story and ended up punishing both of us. That made me REAL popular with everyone, so things just got worse. But by then, I had punched a couple more people for stealing my clothes after gym class and once for shoving my head in my locker, and people stayed away from me. All the words are what stuck with me the most: stupid, freak, ugly, fat (I only weighed 115lbs and was 5'7"), idiot, greasy Mexican (I'm not even mexican OR greasy), worthless, etc., etc., etc. The words don't go away. Now that I'm 46 and as a teacher help kids deal with being bullied, or being bullies, it hurts to see the kids hurt, and sometimes I cry for the kid I was who went to teachers, parents, principals, and was just blown off. I want to make sure I am available to kids so they at least have someone to talk to, even if I can't always solve the problem. I do wish I could snap my fingers and magically make it go away.

I have always been the weird kid, trying to fit in. They took the things they said as fun and games but deep down I was being hit with every single word and action. The one time I retaliate, they tell an administrator. This administrator didn't feel my reaction to them bullying me was appropriate and decided to expel me. I ended up going to an alternative school for the later half of my freshman year just because I was in the wrong place at the right time. Many teachers and friends that I have talked to have agreed that I was wrongfully accused. I've served my time while my bullies haven't. This is an issue not only in my school but others. Administrators aren't reporting incidents because it looks bad for the school and most of all it looks bad on them. Like they say boys will be boys, but when others are getting hurt because of it, it isn't right.

Thats my story, not a normal one, but it has given me issues while applying for jobs and other activities. I don't go a day without thinking how it will affect me again in the future. I fear this won't be the end.

Thats why I am standing up against bullying...

I was bullied a lot as a kid, from about 3rd grade to 7th grade because I was tall and overweight. My mom is obese and so is my brother, so in my family it kind of seemed normal. Sometimes the bullying got so bad I would skip school, pretending to be sick, because I was scared. In 7th/8th grade I became anorexic, and I lost almost 35 pounds. I became more confidant and I started hanging out with more kids and life was better than ever. Then things got really bad in 9th grade and I started cutting myself. 

No kid should ever be scared to go to school, or to be courageous. It isn't fair, and it isn't right. And to everyone reading this, hurting yourself makes things worse, not better, so don't even think about it. Know that you're loved and that you matter! :) <3 

I was bullied for many different moments in my life. first when I was in elementary I was really tall and kind of overweight. People would make fun of me a lot and they would just try to hurt me and isolate me. I was really alone and didn't know what to do. I would hit myself and just cry myself to asleep I told the teachers but that just made it worse. I didn't tell my parents and they thought everything was fine and didn't look in to it. One day at school a girl stole my ring she pushed me and wouldn't give it back she told the teacher I was lying and I got in trouble and everyone hated me and thought I was a liar and so many awful things. When this happened some of the girls stood up for me and we became close and everything was well for a few years then a new girl came and she would always make fun of me and call me "nerd", "wierdo", "ugly" "fat". My parents found out but they also though I exaggerated to much and didn't believe me. When middle school started I was better I was in the honors program and away from the mean kids I made close friends and they helped gain better self confidence and helped me over come so much, but after 3 years I would be going to a different school than my close friends I would still see them just not as much. When I first started high school things were great I had gained new friends that brought out the best in me but others would call me "stupid" "ugly bitch" and told me to leave the school because I was unwanted and nobody would ever care about me. Things got bad this time and I started cutting. I wanted to die cause everything from my childhood came back. My cuts were bad and my friend noticed and told the councilor. He called my parents and they took me to a phycologist. My parents thought I was crazy but to some point tried to help but the phycologist helped me stop cutting and love myself....It's been 8 months since I first started going and I'm getting better at caring about myself but its still hard sometimes...Hopefully one day I'll over come it all and to everyone who has been bullied and still are just know that someone in this world will always love you and your not what others say you just have to be strong and sometimes get help by a friend or family or a physiologist

Though I am almost 23 years old, I will never forget my sixth grade year. That year was absolute hell for me. I was the new kid in a school where everyone had been friends since Kindergarden. Immediately the outcast, I never had many friends that year. Those that were my friend found something wrong with me and turned against me. I was called idiot, four eyes, whore, slut, and anything else you could think of. Not all forms of bullying are physical. I am a lover of school and of learning but I would go home at night and beg my mother and stepfather to call in sick the next day. I lost my stepfather that year to a heart attack. My mother and I found him in the floor in the kitchen late one night. All these kids from my school sent me cards saying they were there for me. But it was a lie. I went back to school after a week off and they were worse because I was vulnerable and they knew it. I would take bathroom breaks to cry in private so they wouldn't know they broke me down. Finally a month later I found my voice and I stood up for myself when the school or teachers wouldn't. I started fighting back, not by bullying, but by standing tall and proud of myself because I had gotten through the toughest year of my life and I stood strong. There were times when I contemplated suicide but I knew I could never do that to my mother. I was all she had left and the same went for my grandparents. Let this be a lesson. I made it through and so can everyone if you stand up against the bullies and let people know it is not okay.

It all starting when I was in7th grade these two girls named Nikki and Jordynn decided to bully me for no reason telling everyone that I was a faggout and a bitch and annoying... Everyone started to gang up on me even if they did know me.. People started calling me a lier annoying and ect. I had no where to turn so I started cutting.. Then one of my old Aston she came up to be and asked if any of those things where true I said no I started hanging out with her and going to a program called acts of kindness at my school. It made me feel better about myself so I stopped cutting. Then we had this program youth fainters at school after that all the people where mean to me and bulling me they came up to me and said I'm sorry can u forgive me and I didn't want to me mean and say no so I said yes and since then I'm still friends with pall of those people who were mean to me and that was a year again that all this happened.. I'm better now and I have so many friends and we all have stopped bulling at our school... We will never bully people and let them get bullied without people knowing about it.. So stand up for people who are getting bullied:)