Throughout my 7th grade year I was called names like, whore, b****, ugly, wannabe, etc. I was called it. I pushed in the halls. 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 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. 

Throughout my 7th grade year I was called names like, whore, b****, ugly, wannabe, etc. I was called it. I pushed in the halls. 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 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. 

Bullying for me began in high school. I am now 21 years old and after watching the movie it brought back so many memories. I chose to go to a school where I would know absolutely no one, but I believed it would be a nice change. In the 10th grade I made the dance team at my high school and was beyond happy. I was able to do the one thing I had such a passion for, Dance. Unfortunately girls never really took a liking to me. I always tried to be nice to everyone but it never seemed to make a difference. Girls that didn't even know me would call me horrible names and make up rumors all the time about me. It got to the point where the girls would follow me to my classes and taunt me and I was terrified. Through all of this my friends were no where to be found, they just stood in the background while I was going through this. They actually started to believe the rumors and would just not talk to me anymore. I felt so alone and on an out of town trip our dance team took I actually cut myself. My family was devastated yet thankful that I was still there. I am usually a really happy girl, but I had hit the lowest point in my life. I believe to this day that what I went through really just changed me. I am so guarded and don't like to let people in unless I have known them for a long time. Thankfully my Best Friend/Boyfriend has been there for me and is helping me. I have learned to say how I feel and learned to stick up for myself. Oh how I wish I could have done something differently, but I cant go back. All I can do is move forward and know I am stronger because of what I went through, and I want to make a difference in other peoples lives. I was alone and I don't want anyone to be alone through something as painful as bullying. Everyone needs to speak up because we can change the world.

I'm 20 years old now, but when I was in high school, I was a major outcast. I was kinda considered a nerd. I was really smart, but everyone knew I wasn't the smartest student. I had school friends, but outside of school, I really had only one good friend. He's been my "best friend" since we were 5. I say "best friend" because we hang out, play video games, and vent about school, but he doesn't know anything about me personally. No one did in high school. No one really talked to me. I wasn't teased harshly or harassed. I wasn't beaten or abused. I was just in the shadows, lonely and in pain. I went to counseling, but that didn't help. I knew mentally that I was a great person with a great heart, but I didn't feel it in my heart. So when I got out of high school, I decided to change myself. College was a new start, so I gave myself an ultimatum. Either create a new, happy me or in six months, commit suicide. So I changed my hairstyle, started dressing nicer, and used the "fake it till you make it" technique. It worked for a while. I even had my first relationship because of it. I knew that wasn't who I was, though, and slowly slipped back into a depression. So here I am today: 20 years old with an ex as my best friend who is close to not wanting me in their lives anymore. I just lost one of the greatest friends I've ever had too. A lot of my social issues come from being the loner. The kid who had "friends", but who lived lonely and played video games to survive.

I just want everyone to know that you're not alone and there are more ways of bullying besides physical and verbal assaults.

My story began in the second grade. After I had skipped first grade for my ability to do complex mathematical equations, for a first grader at least, I became the target of Quashawn. Quashawn was a child from the seedy side of town, and who barely made it throguh his classes. So, because I was ahead of everyone in my classes, he called me "nerd" and "four eyes," as I had glasses. Then, it escalated to a point where he used curse words to describe me. "Bitch," "fag," "queer," and many others. Not only did he attack me with words, but he attacked me physically. He would hit me in the arm on the playground, push me down, and pull me off of the monkey bars. Once, he started to beat the living crap out of me, until a teacher and the AP broke it up. They said they would make him stop, but they never did. This continued on for uears, and it only got worse. There were many day where I feared going to school, which was unlike me, because I loved going to school and learning.

Fast forward to my fourth grade year, where he still made fun of me. He got more creative, and began to make fun of the fact that I was not atheletic, and that I was not the skinniest fourth grader in school. He kept this up, and an un ending assault of stepping on my foot in the cafeteria, and punching me in the head. One day, I had enough. So, when he began to punch me, I fought back. I stepped on his foot, and pushed him around. Then I screamed at the top of my lungs "Stop bullying me!" the enitre cafeteria went silent, and the principals rushed into the room. They took us both into their offices seperately, and got our sides of the story. In the end, they suspended Quashawn for 3 weeka for harassment and bullying. Life picked up.

Then I moved out of state, and started middle school. The bullies got worse, calling me worthless. A rumor had spread amoungst my seventh grade class that my best friend and I were both gay, and that we were dating. My best friend and I are two of the straightest guys you will meet, so we took it to the administrator. The girl who started it was out in ISS, and that stopped. The same year, a girl who I had the biggest crush on stopped talking to me and even looking at me. I asked my friend to get her opinion of me from her. She said "Will is creppy. He's a stalker." So, that rumor got around, and no girl would look at me, except for a few who were truely great friends. That girl still hates my guts in ninth grade.

Towards the end of eighth grade, I was in the gym locker room getting changed. I was the only one in there, and two guys walked in. One of them was showing the other a huge knife from inside their gym bag. I saw it, and was paralyzed with fear. He stuck the blade towards me and said "You won't tell anyone will you?" I shook my head no, and walked out. I told my mom, who was a teacher at the school, and she told the principal. They found the knife, and suspended the kid for ten days. Because I got their friend suspended, his friends, all of the jocks, began to humiliate me infront of my gym class. They would call me "fag" and pull my pants down, to where they would show my underpants, and sometimes even my buttock. So, they were reported and they simmered down. After middle school, no one bullied me, and life is great. I still wish that the girl would take back what she said, calling me a stalker. The funny thing was, is that she liked me alot too. She was always smiling and basically flirting with me in the after school club "TSA." I almost asked herout, but that ship has sailed. If I were to give someone advice on how to deal with bullies, it wiuld be to never ket your voice go un noticed, and to always stand up for those who can't stand up for themselves. Peace out guys! 

Live long and prosper

-Will Boyce

I used to be best friends with this one girl and suddenly she decided to stop being my friend. Now that she is not my friend she talks about me all the time in class or at least that's what I've heard. To her I am a slut, a bitch, a drama queen, and annoying.  She has told all her fiends how I am a "bad" person so she could turn them against me and now I have many people starting to give me weird looks. Instead of letting it get to me I chose to ignore. I tell myself that she is not allowed to hurt me in any waY, but ignoring doesn't always help.  I had to talk to someone about it and those were my friends and now I have them to help me stand up for myself and not let those terrible names leaves my ex-friends mouth again. 

I used to constantly be bullied for being overweight. I soon grew tired of it, and decided that I was going to lose weight or just not take it anymore. I lost so much weight, so fast, by not eating, that I became anorexic. I did not make myself throw up, I did not make myself excrete the food I ate in anyway. I simply did not eat. I was 5'7" and weight a mere 120 pounds when I was supposed to weigh about 145 pounds. I was 20 pounds underweight. I was only in the 8th grade. Then, freshman year of high school came around, and I realized that there are people out there in the world that will accept you for who you are. I gained some weight back, and I am now happy, healthy, and a track runner. I am of average size, and I have many friends. Every time I see someone being physically, or verbally attacked, I always try to step in and stop it. You never know what that child is going through and how much your words can hurt them. Think twice before you bully and if you are being bullied, know that you are not alone. Suicide, is not the answer, and neither is starving yourself. If people can't accept you for who you are, they aren't worth your time, and Karma will come back to them somehow. Stay strong, stay positive, and keep your head up. :)

My first memory's of being bullied happened in 2nd grade when 2 girls approached me while running track.  One of the girls I had thought was my best friend and the other I didnt know very well.  The girl I didn't know told my thought to be best friend to leave, so she could talk to me. The first and only words that she said to me in our conversation  came next. "You know Audrey(my name) we were just talking, and we think you would be really pretty if you weren't fat."  She said these words with a straight face, and like she were talking to me about any old thing, not ruining my confidence for years to come. So I did what any chubby scared little 8 year old girl would say next, "Thanks", in the nicest tone I could conjure up even though I could feel tears about to spring from my eyes, as she walked away.  

  Over the next couple of years I would be choked, have both my shoulders dislocated, and come home in tears almost every night, but nothing was as bad as those girls calling me fat.  I think it's because not only was it my first account with hurtful comments, but it was also the first time I noticed I was different. I had never seen that I was bigger than the other girls, that boys never asked me to be their little girlfriend,and that I wouldn't fit in their clothes.  Finally figuring this out gave me awful self confidence issues up to the point where I attempted suicide when I was 11.  After that failed attempt life got almost a little more worse and then a whole lot better.

  After the attempt my mom had me switch schools from a big public school, to a tiny all girls school located at the upstairs of a church. The first year girls went on the school intercom to call my skirt ugly, yelled obscenities at me, and  thought I was the biggest nerd in town, but the second was the best year of my life.  Over summer break I went from one of the most hated kids in school to a girl who was accepted,loved,and listened to.  This was because of one thing, confidence.

  I had finally said enough with the bullies, I'm going to be who I want to be. I walked into the saying over and over in my head "You are beautiful, and God made you the way you are for a reason." And I actually started To believe it. Now I know it's true and whenever I start to slip and start to think otherwise I just say it in my head over and over. 

  I'm writing this not so you will feel bad for me or give me sympathy, but for two different reasons. First, to take my self in the next step to accept I am beautiful in my own way. And second, to show others who might be feeling down that eventually life will get better and that if I had succeeded in killing myself I would have missed out on all the happiness I feel now. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this, I hope your life is filled with happiness and love.

So, I'm in high school. And being a teenager people say, "teen years are the best years of your life, enjoy while it lasts!" But what if you can't enjoy it..? I've tried to enjoy it, I have, but after a while i get so weak. I had a best friend, but I gave up on our friendship because I thought she was bringing me down more... And now she has a new best friend and they always pick on me. They call me things like "slut, skank, ugly, etc." I don't let that get to me because I've had worse said to me. Now they have amped things up a bit and they tell me now to "kill myself". Which really hurts considering my past and how I've tried, 3 times. This is only a little of what's been going on. My whole junior high experience was awful, people threatened to kill me, and "beat my ass". my mom finally let me switch schools and things were fine until people realized I was different from them... I liked both genders, and had scars all over my body from self harm...everyone was judging me, calling me "fag, fake, retard, dyke, gross, etc." no one ever really gave me a chance, until one girl changed my life completely, and she is so perfect.<3 people still talk about me, still call me awful names, but I took a stand and told them to get over it. And that their words didn't hurt me, and they really do, but they can't win that satisfaction. I have told my principle and my parents and they are fixing it for me.<3 it only takes one small step.c':

I go to a small school in Tennessee. Where camo and confederate flags are still popular. So, when I showed up to school dressed in skinny jeans and a hoodie I got some hate. Initially, I took it personally and started to try and fit in. Never do that! However, I soon realized that people called me a faggot or a queer because they were intimidated. I was different and they didn't know how to react. I'll leave you with this, hold your head high when you are insulted because you know that YOU intimidate them and the only way they can react is with harsh words.