i was bullyed as a child i was small for my age and shy i also was bullyed by my dad but so was my brotheres and youger sister my mom did what she could i guess i finely took a stand i stod up to my dad at the age of 18 and things got better for me  i just wish i did it sooner

I am a Korean and my dad decided to move our whole family to the Philippines when I was 5, because there was an opportunity for my dad there.

I started the last year of pre-school and the school that I went to just opened at that year (1995) so it had only until Grade 1. The school expanded each year those Grade 1 students moved on to a higher grade. There weren't a lot of foreigners in the area that I lived, and if I was an American or an European then it would be a different story. But since I was a Korean and I did not know how to speak English, nor the native language, I was picked on. Not by my classmates but by a girl that was 1 year older than I was. We have this school "jeepney", it is something like a school bus. (just google Philippines jeepney and you will know how it looks like :) ) That girl just hated everything about me. Whenever I rode on the school jeepney, she would intentionally sit right in front of me to kick my foot, give me stares, make fun of me. She even one time turned my friend against me. My friend sat beside the bully girl and the girl taught and told my friend how to kick my foot and stuff. I really did not get it. It got bad to the point that I sat in the front seat to avoid her. But she just reached and pulled my hair, hit my head and all sorts of things. The driver who was beside me told her to stop and that is not right, but she just talked back and ignored him. As soon as I got off, I ran to my mom and grandmom waiting for me in front of our house and just cried my tears out.

At the end of the school year, it was that school's tradition to have an overnight camp for all the students and everyone would sleep at the school. That night when we were having a bonfire, the girl and her dad came late and she was crying. I never knew what happened to her, but the next school year, I never saw her again.

But the bad thing about bullying is, as you grow older (I am 23 now), you look back and remember how stupid children could be, how immature it was. But you have to look at it again, because that experience made it hard for me to make friends all throughout grade school. I did not have proper friends until I was in the 6th grade.

Bullying left a scar on my past, but I used it to become strong. I learned English, I learned 2 types of native languages in the Philippines, and I speak like a native too. I also learned that God loves me and takes care of me and how happy I am to be alive because He blesses you with what you need and trials are given to you to make you stronger.

I also love kids, all ages. Whenever I see kids bullying another kid, it drives me mad. I tell off the kid to stop bullying the other kid. And if a kid is not good at making friends, I try to be friends with them.

South Korea is suffering from bullying as well. Lunch money and allowances taken from them. Students smoking below the legal age. Beating up kids. Some kids talk back and hit the teachers. Fortunately, the government is doing something about it. But unfortunately, it is not that strong.

Kids, whatever nationality, however they look, which way they speak, whatever they do. They do not have the right to be bullied, the only right they deserve that is to be given to them, is to live a normal life and feel loved by others.

I've been teased ever since Pre-School . I'm 16 now and am in 9th grade. I am homeschooled because the bullying got worse. When I was in Pre-School I would hang out with my brother and his friends, they were in a gang, so because of that I was picked on constantly by older kids who didn't exactly "get along" with my brother and his friends. I moved and went to a different school for kindergarden. Kids would yell at me calling me fat because I was heavier than the rest of this kids, I have a thyroid problem. They would tease me because I didn't have the perfect clothes. Most of the time I was by myself because I was shy and withdrawn, so everyone thought I was a freak. If something was broken or a project of theirs was destroyed they would blame it on me. This continued till the end of 3rd grade. I ended moving again and went to a school that was closer to me for 4th - near the end of the 5th grade year. I went to an all Mexican school and was bullied because I wasn't mexican. During my 4th grade year I tried fitting in with people and nothing good happened. I was a little overweight, didn't have the best clothes, and I couldn't take a shower every day(I'm poor). People would always yell at me and call me fat, white trash, nasty, trailer trash, white girl, peaguin, fatass, gumball, excercise ball, whale, and many more names. I would be walking down the halls and they would slam me into walls and lockers and they would make sure my head would hit it. Sometimes the teachers would be in the halls and they wouldn't do anything. I would have basketballs, footballs, baseballs, pencils, markers, sharpies, rocks(all sizes), whatever they could find thrown at my face. I would be tripped down the stairs and they would always hit me when they had the chance. I started going to a support group there and they would pair people up so they could support each other, but I only got humiliated. Even the teachers and the person who ran the support group bullied me all the time. I tried being really nice to people, hoping it would change something, but it never did. The whole school hated me. They would even follow me home and throw things at me and tell me to go kill myself, that I was a waste of air. Things kept getting worse, so me and my mom moved again. I ended up getting held back at the new school I started going to. Things started going okay there. Then they took a turn and people were bullying me again for being fat. When I hit 5th grade I befriended a girl that had some bad problems. I thought she was a really good friend and gave her all my trust. Me and her always got into fights, almost every other day.  One day she came up to me asking if I wanted to go out with her "brother", I said yes. After awhile me and him got into a fight and he "committed suicide." I was extremly sad and started going down hill. Around 2years later I find out he's alive and we started going back out and things were going good. Then I got a text saying that he truly did kill himself. After that I just went further down hill and in to depression. After a couple more years went by I find out it was all her. She posed as a guy and did everything. While I had that going on I was dealing with an abusive stepdad. He acted like he was really nice and made me and my mom believe it. A couple weeks before they got married he started showing his true colors to us. They were always fighting, every single night and day. After they got married things got worse. He started hitting me and I never told my mom. He started touching me and would kiss my neck and everything, I never said anything to anyone. He was an alcoholic and a drugie. We sent him to rehab hoping he would get better, but things only got worse. After he got out and came back him him and my mom were fighting even more. Every minute of everyday, it seemed to never end. I would run away to a friends house or going walking around town and put up with bullies and being threatened so I didnt have to deal with the fighting. He started threatening us and would tell us "I'm going to drive the truck through the living room and kill you", "If you leave me I'm going to kill you and kill myself." It got to the point where he went up to my mom with a knife and threatened her. It got worse, one time he ended up starting a chainsaw next to my head. He also started stalking me everywhere I went, to school, to a friends, park, skate park, just everywhere. Finally my mom filled for a divorce but that didnt stop much. I was going through what my friend did to me, my abusive ex-stepdad, and bullying that I needed away to release my hurt. I started cutting really bad. At first I didnt care who saw and ended up getting caught. After that I started hiding it. Kids at school found out and started calling me emo and would scream down the hall saying "hey you dropped your razor!" I ended up going back to the school I was in when I was in kindergarden. I was still cutting at the time and bullying got worse but I had some friends. I always got called nasty and I got teased a lot because I ended getting Mono from sharing a drink with a girl. People would avoid me in the hallway and say "Ew stay away from away from me. I don't want your disease!" That school year came to an end and it was time for highschool. I was forced to go to school with all the bullies I have ever had. I had some friends there and thought the bullies forgot about me so I thought everything was going to be fine. I was wrong. The bullying got so bad a kid held an exacto knife to my throat and asked me "Do you want to fucking die?" I didnt tell anyone till about month later. Barely anyone believed me, and here came most of the school hating me again. The school ended up siding with the kid who held the knife to my throat. I started cutting even more and started starving myself. I was pulled out of school. A couple moths later and doctor saw my cuts and asked me about them, I denied them. Within that hour I asked to get some help. I was sent to rehab for a week. I met people in there I could relate to and who would listen to me(this was about two months ago). I met two good friends in there and I met my boyfriend in there. I learned who were my true friends and that I wasn't alone. I began trusting again and stopped being withdrawn. I have stopped cutting and still am having struggles with eating. I still have urges to cut but I apply my coping skills that help me work through them. After everything I have found HOPE again. I want to be alive and see what life has instore for me now. Never give up hope, You Are Not Alone.

Middle school was the toughest years of my life. It really started in 4th grade though when I realized I like girls. Of course being the age I was I didn't know what that meant so I just didn't tell anybody. That same year I was also diagnosed with Celiacs Disease. That means I ate weird food and couldn't eat what all the other kids ate. When I would sit down at a lunch table people would get up and leave and I would be left alone. I got called names, my lunch was stolen basically all of the typical bully things. When I reached 5th grade nobody made fun of me for my food because I moved schools. I was always moving school. I thought I would finally be normal. And in a way I was I just didn't think so. That was the year I fell head over heels for my best friend who, was a girl. I still didn't know what that meant but I was starting to get the idea that it wasn't socially acceptable to date girls, especially being in the school district that I am in. So I only told my dad. He seemed fine with it because he thought it was just hormonal. I've still never to this day told him I knew since 4th grade that I was gay. Well 5th grade went and passed and I went to middle school. In 6th grade everybody picked on me because I wore a cat collar to school instead of Hollister. It was a strange concept to people that someone could be so damn different and that scared them. I think that if it wasn't for my librarian I wouldn't be here today. She took me under her wing and taught me how to run the library. She was a mother to me when my own mother couldn't be there. In 6th grade I also met this girl named Ari. I should have just walked away then but I didn't. Looking back I'm glad I didn't because I am the person I am today because I didn't. But anyway we became really close friends. We slept over at each other's houses all the time. Well Ari had this friend named Betsy who hated me. I really don't know why and believe me, I asked her. Well in 7th grade they all decided collectively that they were going to make my life hell. I remember the most humiliating thing they did to me was have Ari steal my diary from when I slept over, read it and then tell everybody about what was in it. I had no secrets except 1, and that was I was a closeted gay. By 8th grade I was weary and ready to be done. They knew I heard their whispering and giggle. And I always heard about the rumours. It all hurt. Like every mean word was a knife and they just kept cutting me deeper and deeper each time. I came out at the end of 8th grade. I dated the only gay girl in my school but I wasn't happy. I'm still not happy. And I still have no secrets. But I guess I'm alive but what's the point if you only feel pain everyday? I keep asking myself this and have come to one conclusion. Because I have to believe that they were wrong. Every single hurtful word was wrong. I live because they were wrong and I will blossom to be someone far greater and they can't chain me down with their snickers and nasty rumours. I will grow and bloom no matter how much they try to stomp me out. And whoever is reading this, I want you to know that you can't let them smash you. THEY ARE WRONG AND DON'T YOU DARE BELIEVE THEM!!

With some much Love in my heart,

Raven <3

It really started in 5th grade. I started to stop dressing to girly and became a tomboy. At first it was little things that was easy to shrug off; then it got worse. As I started middle school I had sort of changed my style again to more of a goth style. People would call me a witch, gothy and wouldn't wanna be near me. They would say things like "Oh watch out! She'll cast a spell on you" and at first I thought it was okay but it started to really upset me. In 7th grade this one kid just really like to push me around. He would call me names and say f- you, you don't mean anything to anyone. At the time my boyfriend would try to stop it but in 8th grade I found out he was gay. So that just made it worse. People would say things like "Don't date her! She turns guys gay" or "Don't get to close! You may go gay!". I started getting pushed into lockers around that time. High school isn't much better. 9th grade I had been pushed down the stairs a total of 4 times. The administration did nothing. Guys would date me just to get in my pants and when they realized I wasn't given it up they would ditch. I would get slammed into lockers and people would steal my stuff. This year, my sophomore year (10th), has been the same. The amount of times I have contemplated suicide is ridiculous. I used to cut but now I dig my nails into my arm. The only reason I'm still here is because of 3 people. Wes, Ben, and Meghan. Wes has been my friend since 7th grade. Ben has been my friend since freshman year. I met Meghan this year but these three people have always been there for me. I know I can count on them. Only one has truly seen me at my lowest, Ben. He's the one person I trust the most. I truly think I would have already done worse to myself if it hadn't been for them. Especially when one of my exes started tormenting me and messing with me cause I didn't jump at the chance to get in the back of his car. Bullying is something I just won't stand for. Just the other day I sent my school's principal an email to start an anti-bullying program. If he says no I have a packet already made and people to back me up. I know how it is, I've starved myself weeks at a time because of it. If he won't let me then I'll make him. We need this in my school more than anything.

Well, I'm 28 now and I realize that we have a problem in our new generation, and that's bullying. When I was in middle school I use to get bullied ever day until high school. Bigger and older kids would call me names,pick on me, beat me up, and just chase me to scare me. It stopped when I took it into my own hands to confront them and show them I meant business. I started wrestling, being active in sports, and whenever they would bully me I would beat them at there own game, and that was standing my ground and pushing back. I used my words and my athletic ability to end the bullying.

I was picked on relentlessly in 7th grade by a girl who was older than me. It was name calling for the most part but others started joining in and one girl even tried sticking my head down a toilet. Even when I moved to a new town, the "friends" I thought I had were also bullies to me. High school was better though there was still slight bullying my freshman year. The things I've experienced from being bullied have stuck with me and the memories still hurt. For a very long time I was depressed until I realized that I deserved to be happy. I'm 18 and a senior now and things are so much better. I believe everything I've been through has made me stronger in the end because no one has the power to make me feel like nothing unless I let them and that's just not going to happen anymore. I hope that seeing Bully has opened people's eyes to how big of an issue bullying really is. I pray for the families who have lost someone because of it and pray for the ones still going through it. 

This Poem...I wrote...This poem I wrote because of my bully experience. My name is Sarah and I'm 14....but tomorrow I will be the change...The change in the world. Stand up for kids being bullied. Be the Voice that people have been looking for, and be the support every kids needs. Here is my poem...

Words Cut Deeper Than Action

It starts with one word,one word you blurt, snotty, annoying,ugly,worthless. These are the words she hears. did you know, your their biggest fear?
The girl that everyone knew.... The tears that ran down her face -

There's more to her then they know. she just doesn't let it show. she hides the things inside. But she wishes she could speak her mind.
She wishes they knew the real her. Then they could leave her be. She is just so scared of rejection, that she can't even stand her own reflection.

This girl was only 7 , adopted... She grew up everyday and was taught to respect others. BUT! How could she respect others when she never got respect back!?

People just don't understand, She wants to show who she really is. There are so many things she needs to say. but even if she could they won't give her the time of day.

This girl is now 14....

This girl is Me!

Thank you guys for reading and I will have more information about my bully experience soon. For now PLEASE........... STAY STRONG, AND BE THE CHANGE, DON'T WAIT FOR IT TO HAPPEN BECAUSE IT WON'T UNLESS YOU TAKE YOUR STAND! <3

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Throughout my 7th grade year I was called names like, whore, b****, ugly, wannabe, etc. Name it i was called it. I wasn't the prettiest of the girl. My hair was never done it was very unmanageable, my makeup never seemed to look right, my nails were bitten, my clothes didn't fit right, and I was always seeming to get in the way. I attempted suicide that year. It was the hardest time I've ever hard. I told my mom about the rude things these people were saying to me and I didn't tell her that I tried to take my own life, it would break her heart and I don't want to see my mom like that or my dad especially.  I was switched schools the following year. The school I was at I was shy I didn't have very many friends at first but I started to gain a friend by friend. Two years later I ran for homecoming queen and I won! I was never so excited in my life. Too all those bullies I hope your happy for putting your foot in your mouth because the ugly girl is the queen. :) Thank you. (The last one had some errors). 

From my 4th grade year until now (23 almost 24) I've been bullied. I have always been a curvy girl with curls as big as my curves and not to mention, my hair is red. I've been called every name including Ronald McDonald. I nevEr told any adult. But come second semester of my freshman year, I became critically ill to the point I was put into a medical coma. Everyone at first assumed I tried to commit suicide but I had a rare infection called subdural empyema. All of a sudden, the whole school starting fighting and praying for me to pull through. But when I over came the odds, and went back to school, I was alone, again. But you know what? I was put on this earth for a reason. I may not know it yet, but I will soon. And so were you! Don't give up the fight! Tell someone! Tell someone who will fight for you and with you!!