I remember this like it was yesterday. It was Halloween in 2003, I was dressed up at Snow white at my school. The guy who first started bullying me was dressed up as a doctor. Everything was going so well until he decided to start bothering me. He would laugh at my costume, say how ugly I was, and how fat I was. I just stayed quiet because I didn't know what to say. He wouldnt stop talking and at one point he got so mad. He grabbed a fake blood bag poured the blood on his hands and smudged the blood all over my face. Everybody in my class was laughing at me. I felt so embarrassed that I had nothing else to do than just cry. My teacher approached me and took me to the bathroom to get cleaned up. She talked with the boy but that didnt change anything.

I am getting bullied by this kid. He keeps laughing at me and i don't like it. I have tried to get him to stop. He just won't. He laughs at me and tells me that i need to stop acting cool because im not. I think my next step is to tell my teacher.

I used to be bullied for eight years. It all started when I was seven years old when my parents and I moved to Dominican Republic when my father got a new job there. I wasn’t very happy about moving to another country, but I had to accept my parents’ decision. The first days of classes went by so quickly.  Everything was perfect, I started talking with everybody and I got to meet amazing new people.  Nevertheless, as time passed, it all started to change.

              A boy in my classroom started calling me “fat”, “ugly”, and saying that I “had a horrible smile”. At first, I just ignored him but he continued to bother me. On top of that, my peers were treating me the same way he was. I thought that if I kept ignoring them they would eventually stop. However, my wishful thinking was for naught because it went from only calling me names to also pushing me in the hallways. I would also isolate myself by going inside my room and staying there the whole day as soon as I go home. I began to cry and to distance myself from everyone, including my family. I didn’t tell my mother because I knew she would just go to my school and speak to the principal. But that would only make it more difficult for me throughout the years.

I kept on ignoring my peers throughout elementary school until freshman year of high school came around. Ninth grade was the worst year. I started arguing with a girl in my classroom via Facebook. Everybody in my classroom knew of the bickering between the two of us and what made it worst was that many of my classmates supported her views. Everything was a nightmare as a result; my grades went from average to barely passing. Noticing my slipping grades, my mother started asking me, I wouldn’t tell her though. Throughout freshman and sophomore year, my whole class would either ignore me or bully me so I hanged out by myself.  Everything that I was going through made me think of committing suicide.  I got to the point where I started cutting my wrists. However, one of the main reasons why I stopped cutting myself was because I thought about my relatives and how it would affect them. 

My parents’ divorce in December 2010 was a big impact in my life and it made me realize many things. Most importantly I recognized moving to New York was a better decision since there are more opportunities to receive scholarship, government support for education, and public schools in which they are free and it would ease my financial situation. Thus, I decided to talk to my mother to consider moving back to New York.  She accepted my decision since it was the best for me. I had to prove to my mother, and myself, thought my past hindrances, that I will achieve my goals and education. I started to do much better at school as I promised myself after coming to New York.

Even though, I have gone through many obstacles, I have had the opportunity to change my way of life in New York.  So far I have met new people, have been maintaining my grades, and have made my mother proud.   My life has opened the doors for me to do better things in life. Though, it’s very difficult for me to let go of the past, it has been a motivation for me to keep moving forward. Before, I used to be insecure, lazy, and irresponsible. Now I’ve become a responsible person, overcame my fear of being bullied, and I am more independent after my parents divorce. Every time I think about being bullied and my parent’s divorce, it makes me a stronger person. 

A kid named Blake Houk has been bullying me since 3rd grade.  And I did not know what to do because he is really strong and I am not very strong.  And also I am a easy target because I only weigh 100 lbs and I am 17 years old.  But know I let people at school like the teachers know about it when I am getting bullied.

My name is Jo and I'm your average high school student. I get straight A's and never get in major problem. I started getting bullied in Junior High but a group of girls I once called my friends. They told me I wasn't pretty or skinny enough to be in their group anymore so they just like cut me out. They started calling me names and making fun of me a lot. Our school even had my grade all sit in a room and learn about bullying and how is hurts others. That didn't stop the bullies though. They continued to pick on my new friends and I. So one day when my friend Heather and I got threatened we went to the counselor and she did nothing! She just called the bullies in and asked what happened and of course the bullies lied about it. They didn't get in any trouble what so ever! Heather and I were so mad!! So we took matters into our own hands. We started ignoring the girls. When they would come around we left, if we got paired in class we asked to change partners. The bullies never really stopped til they moved. I try and stand up for anyone I see getting bullied. Even if I don't know them. I HATE bullying and I hope one day it will end completely! Thanks for reading my story!(:

My name is Julia, I am almost 22 years old, and I am in my senior year of college. I have been bullied off and on throughout my life. I was always the introverted, intelligent, good girl. I preferred having a few very close friends, than having many acquaintances. And I blossomed later than a lot of people my age. There were moments of bullying in my life that have stuck with me, even traumatized me. When I was a little kid, strangers at a park made fun of my crooked teeth and called me names. When I was in fifth grade, one of my best friends practically forgot about me because of her friendship with the new girl. When I was just entering puberty, two girls at camp teased me about my leg hair while my best friend just looked on silently. I became self-conscious and shameful of my appearance and of my body, and I became more distant from people. When I went away to college, I became best friends with my roommate. She started bullying me at the end of freshman year, and I didn't even realize it. She constantly criticized me and made me feel guilty and ashamed about normal, healthy things - growing up, trying new things, letting loose, discovering myself, going to parties, flirting with guys and dating. By the second semester of sophomore year she suddenly decided to completely ignore me, while we were still living together. She didn't look at me, talk to me, go to class with me, eat with me, or respect me in any way. She was a bully, and I was one of her helpless victims. Because of this bullying, I fell into a downward spiral of depression and anorexia. The eating disorder was my only way of coping with the distress. I was lucky to have the support and love of my parents, who listened to me during my struggles and helped me get into a treatment program when the semester ended. I am proud to say that I have been in recovery (and in therapy) for nearly two years. It hasn't been easy. I have struggled with relapse, other self-destructive coping behaviors, and the loss of another friend who also turned out to be a bad person. But I have overcome it. I am a stronger, more self-aware, happier, and healthier person. I know a lot more about who I am and what I want. And I know how to protect myself and stand up against bullies. I know I can reach out and get help. I know I can say no and confront someone who is being hurtful. I know I can make a difference.

I have been bullied for two years. I am the smart kind who has good grades and didn't like to argue. A bigger girl in my class would always choose to verbally pick on me and i would stand up for myself but she would always say something to over power my words and make everybody laugh. I told my parents and they kept going and calling the school but that didn't help. One day my teacher gave her some extra work so she'd get out of the class and we all wrote everything she'd ever done to us or that we saw and she got kicked out of our class for the rest of the year and i felt so good and happy. She never messed with me again but she went to mess with my friend and wasn't afraid to really stick up for her. She stopped messing with people for along time.

I know the pain of bullying. As a child, I have many amazing memories, but sadly, there is also a dark chapter. A chapter full of mean kids, predators and even adult bullies that plagued me on and off in my youth. I have terrible memories of a big kid who used to walk the same way as my sister and I after school. We never provoked him, but He once grabbed my umbrella and popped me in the face with it, causing blood to spray out of my nose and all over my clothes. I didn't understand his attack, I felt helpless and terrified. He also followed us all the way home once and kicked in our front door. My mom wasn't home and we had no one to stop him. There were also girl bullies, who seemed to always have a rude comment or a threat of violence. Some followed through. I was raised to stand up for myself, so I would speak up and defend myself in anyway I can. I was terrified, but I couldn't let the injustice continue. I believed somewhere deep down that I was worth it.  I never wanted to fight with anyone. The fight always seemed to find me. As I got older, I realized that no matter what flaws I may have, no matter how big someone else is, I don't deserve to be victimized or harrassed and I will do everything in my power to put an end to it. Eventually, I became empowered. I fought back, bullies began to lose interest in fighting me because I wasn't an easy target. In the end, I was the one who would stand up for anyone I saw in my neighborhood being bullied. We all have to stick together! There will always be a person who is unhappy in their lives and can't cope, so they lash out. What we can do is fight back in anway we can. Talk to your parents, teachers, peers, support groups, the police, the bullies parents. NEVER stop talking about this. You are not weak for telling and eventually you will find someone who will care enough to help! You can ALWAYS start with me! I will always help you with a bully! Email me if you need me! [email protected]

I've been hiding who I am for the past four years. Wondering when i can finally let the truth out. I've hidden the fact that I'm gay to my family so that i won't be ridiculed and yelled at everyday. Certain family that i know is okay with it knows but the two people that i want to tell will reject me and won't call me their granddaughter anymore. I get made fun of by my cousin and sister, not because I'm gay but because it's for their own humor. I've tried to take my life 7 times and I haven't succeeded so I have called it as a sign that I am suppose to be a live and now i want to help! :)

I am 32 years old and can remember the names I were called and the bullying that was done to me as if it were yesterday.  I was a chubby kid and I acquired the nick-name Rollie-Pollie.  For those of you who don't know, a rollie-pollie is fat white worm-like animal that rolls into a ball when they get scared.  I also had gotten a really bad hair cut and the kids made fun of me for looking like a boy.  Instead of calling me by my name they would call me Tommy!  I have never had short hair again!  I am a Mom now and have witnessed all three of my children go through Bullying and I do everything I can to stop the problem!  I even pulled my oldest daughter out of school to protect her from the harsh comments.  I have been looking for more to do to help the community- but with my children's school they don't see any kind of bullying problem there.  I vow that my children will never have to grow up to feel as if they are not good enough or that there is something wrong with them!