Growing up i wasnt the most athletic kid, or the coolest kid. I didnt really even have any friends.  Other kids would make fun of me and pick on me because i was overweight  and would sometimes push me around. This would even happen on the bus after school.  Eventually i had had enough of being pushed around and one day after school i had filled my backpack with all my books and got onto the bus.  Right before it got to my stop i had gotten up to walk to the front of the bus.  One of the kids that was the main ones doing the bullying had thrown something at me and hit me in the face.  I didnt even look, i just swung my backpack and hit him in the head with it.  Even though i had been being bullied for so long before this i still got into trouble and he didnt.  Another time was when we had our bathroom break.  one of the boys went into the bathroom after me and pushed me up against the wall.  Then he started punching me in the stomach and head.  And just like on the bus i had had enough of being picked on and bullied so i did what was natural and just punched him in the face and broke his nose.  this time someone other than me got into trouble because some of the other kids saw this happen.  now that im grown up and in highschool, im easily one of the biggest kids in the school.  The classes of freshmen that come in keep getting smaller and smaller and cant stand up for themselves when people that are bigger than them decide to start bullying them.  Being the biggest kid in the school has advantages such as nobody messing with oyu anymore. So whenever i see someone picking on another, smaller kid i step in and warn them to leave them alone. As you can imagine this has caused several fights.  The point being that even though you may not be able to take up for yourself theres always later on down the road when you can do extraordinary things, or have friends that will help you out when your in a tight spot. 

When I started school i was 3 in pre-k...it started then. I was a tomboy so the girls didn’t wanna play with me and i wasn’t a boy so the boys didn’t wanna play with me either. I was already a little different due to some language/ social difficulties plus my birth family being (well not friendly), so all that added to me being excluded...when i got older i was put into the SLD classes and even in there i only had one friend and was constantly called a lesbian (I didn’t even know what it meant at that time). Due to things at home i got put into foster care and changed schools and homes a lot for about 1 school year. At the first two homes i was not wanted due to my age (10), the 3rd home had lots of kids but i got poked and made fun of everyday...even the foster parents would say things...finally i moved in with the mom i have now and things were a little better. then came middle school i was back at the bottom of the totem pole for about 2 years. 8th and 9th grade were okay but 10th forget it. 1 student constantly threatened to break me in half or kill me and bruised my ribs (and this was a private "Christian" school) by poking them. Then my last 2 years i moved to a new school. I was still made fun on occasion but i was also one of the more likeable kids that just fit in with every one (this was a school full of kids who didn’t fit in)...i did grow up to be Bi but i am also a stronger believer in Christ and I have and will always fight for the underdog.

My little brother has a mild case of autism, and has never really been accepted by any groups in school, people make fun of him, pick on and bully him, one day I witnessed what was going on. . .  So I stopped it, I stepped in, and I made my brother's voice be heard through me.  I will stand up for those why are too weak or shy to stand up for themselves, and I will NOT allow it to happen any longer, not just towards my brother.

Bullying started when I was about 12. Middle school is where it all began. I wasn't the skinniest or prettiest pre-teen out there. It all started on the bus on the way to camp after school. Man I hated after school camp. I would be called ugly, teased about my weight and even comments about my family. I always played along like nothing happened. Once AIM came out, I began being harassed online. I would get constant messages about how I gross I was, I'm a failure, and even suggesting I should kill myself. To say the least, I was bullied emotionally. Sometimes I would tell my mom I was sick just to miss another day of dealing with people. This was going on for about 3 years. I remember at one point I printed all the messages out and showed them to my teacher. Nothing came out of it. I have told no one, not even my best friends. Once high school hit, bullying stopped but I constantly struggled with my appearance and self-esteem. Now at the age of 21, I am currently enrolled as a student; becoming a special education teacher. My biggest mistake was not telling anyone. There is hope in every story, never let yourself become inferior by the words and actions to those who judge you. Speak up; it’s okay if you’re afraid. For one day, you can be the change by just standing up for your self and be you. Life has just started to grow at this very moment

One day, I moved to Jakarta Indonesia. I was very happy when I got home. the next day is the first day of school. I got a lot of new friends there. but 15 of them are women. and the rest were male nerdy and shunned. I am not ashamed to be friends with them. and at week 2 my school, my face was photographed while sleeping in class, and they upload their photos to the web. I was very shy at the time, I was shunned and ridiculed often fun. they look very happy at all. I really want to commit suicide. I can not stand anymore. and I made ​​a video about life in Jakarta and want to leave this school for suicide. and one of my friends saw the video and called my mom to come home to. and my friend went to my house and find me. He found me in the bathroom and I was crying. and my friend threw a bottle of pills. and motivates me. the next day I moved to another town called Bontang in East Borneo.

I honestly couldn't think of one day or one school out of the many I attended growing up where I was happy. Every day for me was the same thing, people hitting me, kicking me, throwing things at me, calling me " geek, nerd, spaz, freak, loser and other things. I was shoved in trash cans and once shoved in the road while waiting for the bus. So many times my friends would turn on me just because they were afraid of getting bullied too.  I never had anyone to turn to for help, the teachers and other adults in the school did then just like they do now and looked the other way until the bullied finally strikes back, then I got punished for hitting. ( that still happens today ) My family was never any help, my father told me that I was obviously doing something to make the other kids mad so I needed to stop. I decided one day I wasn't going to let others determine how I feel or what I like or anything about me and I sure as hell wasn't going to be a victim any more.

i have this disorder, were I loose my hair and if I loose all of it then it wont ever come back. so one day in art my friend Andrea, called me a boldy. I ran out of the room with my friend Maddie following me, and I cried. so many people have called me that and so many people don't get it. other people call me fat or hairless. they don't use vilonce, but worse, words. this still goes on today, cause when ever it happens I don't do anything. this is my story of how i'm going to start doing something.

Growing up for me was pretty rough. It all started in middle school. Someone who was once my friend turned on me when she joined up with two other girls who hated me. I rode the bus home with them, every time we would get off at our stop, they would throw rocks at me, call me names, chase me home. In school, they would always say I looked liked a gorilla and even told me to kill myself. Somehow I managed to fight through all of that. Even though I was cutting and even wanted to commit suicide. Finally, I stood up for myself and they never bothered me again. But once I entered high school, boys in my classes would make fun of me, I didn't have many friends, I just didn't fit in. For the first time, I talked to our schools depression counselor and my dad took me to our family doctor and I was put on 20mg's of celexa daily. But I stopped taking it and went back to cutting. This downward spiral lead to me dropping out of school, getting drunk to numb my feelings and keeping myself locked up in my room. Now, I'm still fighting my best. I'm currently on klonopin for anxiety, 1mg three times a day. And 20mgs of celexa every morning. I'm beginning to get better and move on from my past. After watching the Bully movie, I wanted to share my story and make sure everybody out there knows they are not alone and they never will be. Just keep fighting. You'll make it through.

When I was growing up was not the skinniest in my family. When I was 11 I started getting bullied for my weight. So I tried to skip meals and I did cut. When I was in 6th grade I was being bullied for liking one direction so I would cut everyday. To the point where I tried to commit suicide 3 times. But now seeing this movie makes me want to help other people. Not only just helping them pick up  their books off the floor but by being a friend in need. That's all you need is at least one friend and I am willing to be a "loser" so no owe gets left out 

My brother means the world to me. He is 11 months younger than me and we do absolutely everything together. He always has my back and i always have his. My brother has been bullied for the past 3 years in school. Not one person has stuck up for him besides his family. He comes home sometimes and just wishes the year would just end. That breaks my heart even more. My brother doesn't have any problems people just think hes an easy target. He did stick up for himself once and that made him have suspension. It seems to me the school doesn't really care about the people getting bullied just care about the "Bully". They dont care what the bully does, they dont care if you get beaten, its always your fault somehow. One day i was on facebook scrolling down my news feed and i saw something about my brother. I obviously was going to comment on it, not just sit there and have people make fun of my brother who does nothing wrong. The guy then decided he wanted to beat me up, and i told him if he was a real man he would beat me up instead of my poor brother for doing nothing. I gave the kid a reason to hate me. This resulted in him stop picking on my brother and it also made him feel like an ass because he said he was going to beat up a girl. One comment, one change, one person, can help anyone and everyone against bullying. Take your stand.