WHEN I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL, I WAS BULLIED TO THE POINT WHERE I FAKED BEING SICK JUST TO GO HOME EARLY. EVERYDAY THE PEOPLE IN MY CLASS WOULD THREATHEN ME AND MAKE ME FEEL WORTHLESS. WHEN I DECIDED TO TELL A TEACHER THINGS JUST GOT WORST BECAUSE THE TEACHER DID NOTHING. EVEN THE TEACHER TOLD ME I WAS WORTHLESS. I THEN WENT TO THE PRINCIPAL BUT NO ONE HELPED ME. THE ONLY PERSON THAT HELPED ME WAS A GIRL I DID NOT EVEN KNOW. THAT DAY AFTERSCHOOL THE BULLIES WERE WAITING TO KILL ME, BUT THIS GIRL SOMEHIW MANAGED TO GET ME OUT SAFELY. THE TEACHERS, STAFF, AND PRINCIPAL KNEW WHAT WAS HAPPENING AND DID NOTHING. I KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE UNSAFE. BUT EVEN THOUGH I WENT THROUGH HELL, I AM A SURVIVOR. I HELP OTHERS, I AM IN COLLEGE AND WORK WITH CHILDREN. IF YOU ARE GOING THROUGH HARD TIMES KEEP YOUR HEAD UP BECAUSE YOU ARE WORTH IT. GOD BLESS. MUCH LOVE.

My name is not important. If you could read this, I want to personally thank you for being alive today. You didn't have to be and you are, which makes the biggest difference in my life. I'm here because you are. If you did not ignore what _________ said to you in our first period class and smile to me and say, "Hey, you want to hang out later this weekend?", I think my weekend that week would have went different. I'm here because you are. If you did not go with me to the principle's office when ___________ pushed me down the stairs, I don't think I would have been able to stand here with you now. I'm here because you are. If you didn't let me help carry your books when __________ threw them down on the ground, I don't think I would be able to get the education I do now. I'm here because you are. Like I said, I wanted to personally thank you for being here with me, because if you weren't here to read this, then I wouldn't exist. Thank You - Your Friend

All throughout grade school and middle school I was bullied. I went to a private school from Kindergarten to 5th grade and while there I didn't have many friends and didn't do so well in school. One kid in my class started picking on me and when I would tell the principal she would just scoff it off saying that I was making it up and that the kid who was bullying me was a big teddy bear. I was always picked last even among my soccer team mates, balls were thrown at my face on purpose, kids would kick me, chalk board erasers were thrown at me, and when we started to learn about world war two and the holocaust I was called a Nazi to my face because I have blonde hair and blue eyes and I'm part German.  Finally it got to the point where I didn't want to go to school. Not only did everyone in my grade start making fun of me, but so did my teacher. My mom would go to the school and ask for help and no one would. In the spring of my 5th grade year, my parents divorced and I was told we were moving. As soon as school got word of my parents divorce I became a bigger target to bullies because divorce in the Catholic church is seen as a break of a promise you made to God. The bullying increased and I would stay inside and hide during recess. In the fall, my mom moved with my younger sister and I and we started attending a public school. Not only were my sister and I no longer in the same building, but we didn't see each other throughout the day. I was bullied at my new school for being a bible freak and my sister was bullied because she had a lisp. At lunch kids made fun of me because I would say a prayer before eating and finnaly I stopped just so they would stop taunting me. My only escape was soccer and hers was softball. In the 7th grade I was suspended from school because apparently I had sent something out on the computer when someone had hacked into my account. In 8th grade I came back to kids calling me a cutter, a whore, and a fat ass. A rumor had started around town that I had 4 STDs that I had gotten from sleeping around with so many people. I told the school and finally my bullies started to back off. I became more involved in bully out reach programs at my school to stop bullying if it was seen around the school. My sister continued to be bullied through school and I always stood up for her because I had been in the same situation. The bullying stopped till high school and when it started back up I started to form anorexia and bulimia so people would stop making fun of my weight. By the middle of junior year depression started to set in and I started having suicidal thoughts. I felt so lost and didn't think there was anywhere for me to go or anyone to talk to. Thankfully though, I had a great friend group who stood behind me and went with me to talk to the principal and my counselor about everything that was going on. The school called an assembly for a presentation on bullying and I got to voice my opinion on what the school should do after being bullied for so many years. I am still voicing my opinion and wanting all bullying to stop everywhere around the world.

Hi, my name is Claire. I've been a bully victim for several years even when I was in kindergarten. I also get a lot of racist comments because I'm Asian. I was never really accepted when I was a child. I was always left out because I was different. Today I am in the 7th grade. People have such foul language at my school. I am constantly being called a "chink", "stupid Asian", "Asian b*tch. I've told my school counselor. It's not like they don't try, it's just that it never stops. I'm almost on edge. All I want is one true friend. this girl absolutely hates me. I don't know why. everyday I go to school in fear of what they are going to say today. I am not hurt physically, but mentally. It hurts just the same. I used to have a boyfriend. He was the nice loving type of guy. Then he turned into a complete jerk. He started texting me nasty things. He said that he bought a strawberry colored condom for me. He also asked me if I would give him a blowjob if we were alone. I broke up with him. He then later on told all of his friends that I was the one who texted him that. Guess who they believed? Not me of course, who would ever believe that stupid Asian? As if my life didn't already suck. Then Olivia started to date my ex. She would always call me racist names. Push me around. Then she somehow made everyone hate me. Mary the other girl would always tell me to "go away", "nobody likes you", "stupid chink", "shut up". No one will help. No one will listen. Today I was in the hallway after school and I was going to the gym to practice my basketball dribbling and shooting. Mary kept on telling me to go away and that nobody likes you. I finally snapped. I said you know what stupid B*tch you need to shut your f*cking mouth. Then she said that she was just joking and that I was overreacting. Then explain to me, why am I the most hated girl in our grade? Why do you keep constantly pushing me around making me feel pain day after day after day? Tell me why it never ends.

Hey. I have just seen the movie Bully. I see how it effects not only the person that is getting bullied, but all. It is true that adults and others push it off and make it seem like it's nothing! But the pain and the suffering of wondering if you can make it through another day. Of getting the physical and mental abuse. I am a survivor! and it does get better! Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But you have to stick it out! So you can make that difference for the kid that's in the same boat as you! We will make it! They may be able to crush your outside. But never let a bully take away your felling that you are beautiful! Because everyone is in their own way. Stay Beautiful! 😘

Hello. I get bullied...a lot. My best friend bullies me. She calls me fat and ugly. She thinks its cool when she "cuts." She uses a pencil  I use a knife. I have two friends. One i already told you about and the other is a guy. He gets picked on a lot also because he has long hair. I have a boyfriend kind of...I dont think he really loves me he makes me cry, he hurts me so much. He broke my heart but yet i still date him. I dont dress "normal" either. I buy most of my cloths from Hot Topic and i have red hair. I hate myself so much i wish my life could end so bad but i know people love me so i dont. My brothers friend calls me fat and he makes shure to tell me that every time we talk. I get bullied at school mostly by my best friend but also from a teacher. She thinks i am a "sin." She gets me on trouble when i do nothing. She makes up lies and i heard her and some of the other teachers talking one day and i heard her call me a ... a fag. That killed me. I told the school administration people and she wasnt even fired for it. A few weeks ago some one very close to me killed himself. It hurt me so much it felt like someone doped a bowling ball on my heart. But he left a note for me telling me he loved me and that he will see me in heaven. His soul keeps me alive.

I've been dealing with bullies my whole life.  In elementary school, it was because I was tall.  I developed at a very young age, and had C cup breasts at age 9, and then I was bullied for that.  They grew to DD by the time I was 12, and I was called a slut and a whore just because I had breasts.  I had never even had a real kiss.  I had some friends but they never stood up for me.  I always felt like an outcast.  Joining sports helped a little, but my classmates would say that my teammates shouldn't touch me because they'd get an STD.  This never really got better until College.  I was diagnosed with cancer in fall of 2011, and I got bullied at the restaurant I worked at by my coworkers and management.  They said they didn't believe I had cancer (even though they had doctor documentation), and that I was faking it to get attention.  I was mocked and harassed by my coworkers, even ones that were 60 years old and older.  It pushed me to the point where I quit my job.  I live alone because I don't know who to trust.  I'm always sad, but would never do anything to hurt myself or take my own life, because it would break my mother and brother's hearts.  I just sit at home in my bed and feel sad and empty all the time.  I feel like guys don't like me for me, only for what they see on my chest...and so far that's been the case.  People tell me I'm a great person, but I'm still all alone.  I don't know what to do sometimes.  Most of the time.  All of the time.  

I've never been the tallest. I've never wanted to be tall until I hit about 7th grade. I was the shortest in my grade and for some people I was now an easy target. They called me French fri, shorty, to small to function, and a lot of other names. During school I always wanted to go home. I couldn't stand going home crying everyday. I never asked or had a choice to be as short as I am, I used to love being short with being able to hide in easier places while playing hide and seek or being small enough to get things others couldn't. Today I am a Junior and I still get picked on for my height. They say I am a waste of space on this earth and should kill myself. I went to my principal but she even said there was nothing that could be done. I hope one day someone will stand up and actually try doing something about it with me.

Last year, I was in the popular crew. And no I didn't make a typo of was. I am not in the popular crew anymore. I stopped hanging out with them because of one thing and one thing only. BULLYING. They gossiped they talked they whispered even about there own friends. Saying things like she is such a weirdo and she's so ugly and many others. Once I left I was in a better place. I enjoy having real friends. It sucks because now I have a target on my back. Always they are gossiping about me. I started wearing a bra and BAM! its the newspaper. WHY DOES IT MATTER? I don't understand the need to talk about it. On the downside I'm not proud of myself. I couldn't even tell my own mom the truth. I told her I accidentally ran into a trash can and got called a loser. But I got pushed into the trash can. Also embarrassing me was popular. They said I farted and that I have scabies. It's just awful. I try praying even though I'm not religious, BULLYING HAS CHANGED ME! I will fight until it is over.

I've been bullied since I started first grade. The first time I remember being bullied, it was by first grade teacher. On one occasion, I went to him to ask about the questions he'd printed for us to do on the chalkboard. Once I asked him my question, he drew the entire class's attention to explain how ridiculous the question was. I felt small, even for a seven-year-old. And it didn't stop there. After asking if I could use the restroom and being denied, I wet myself in the classroom. That's when the bullying from my peers started. 

They followed me into a stall when the class took it's bathroom break an hour later and taunted me about the stain on my pants. I had to be sent home because it was too late in the day for my parents to bring me new clothes. I was secretly glad. 

I was invited to a birthday party during my second grade year by a girl whom I'd never really thought paid attention to me much. She wasn't mean to me, she just didn't acknowledge me. I was still excited for the party, though. It was a slumber party and it was a lot of fun for the first few hours. We played games, watched movies, and sang karaoke. At one point during the party, the girl hosting and her friend accused me of picking my nose and then forced me to coat my fingers in hot sauce so I wouldn't do it again. I had to keep reminding myself not to touch my eyes. The morning after the party, myself along with a few other girls from our class woke up covered in condiments and with the clothes from our bags stuffed in the freezer. The girl hosting the party and her friends had planned this in advance. 

After a while, I moved out of the town where these things happened and things got better for a little while. I had a few good friends and I was doing really well in my new school. It turned out that one of these friends had been bullied herself throughout most of her schooling career due to an non-contagious skin disorder. In order to cope with the constant ridicule, she became very aggressive. In middle school, she bullied other people. One of these people was a girl in a few of our classes who was frequently tormented at school due to the fact that she had an autistic brother. In locker rooms and at lunch, two of the girls I was friends with would make comments to her about how she smelled and pointedly move away from her should she seat near us. 

This is where I feel terrible. I know what it's like to be bullied. In fact, the same girl that was bullying the girl because of her brother had bullied me as well. I know how isolating and awful it feels to always be afraid that someone's going to throw a mean comment at you. But, while they were saying those comments to her, I didn't speak up. I didn't tell them to stop. Sure, I didn't participate, but I might as well have. I didn't do anything to help her. Any defense I ever gave her to them was when she wasn't around to hear it. It was inexcusable. I should have said something. I should have stopped them.

I apologized to her before I moved, but it was a very small fraction of what I should have done. I told her I was sorry, for what they said and for the fact that I didn't stop them. I remember how sadly she smiled at me when she told me it was okay, she was used to it. It wasn't okay and she shouldn't have been used to it. I told her that, too. And I think she sort of knew it, because she nodded again. I wish so much that I could go back and stand up for her like I should have from the beginning. I haven't heard from her recently, but I really hope that someone had the courage to do what I should have done and helped her. I really hope that. 

Before that girl began bullying her, she'd been bullying me as well. About a month into our friendship, she'd sort of started it. It was just little comments about how much I weighed or how annoying my laugh was. But then the comments turned into punching my arms and legs and started leaving bruises. There was even one time we were walking down the road and she tried to push me in front of a car. I didn't tell anyone about it. I didn't even tell my parents until I turned eighteen and we'd moved away. 

So I've been bullied and I've sat by while other people bullied someone who didn't deserve it. I know both what it feels like to be that scared and to feel that lonely and how awful it feels to know that you could have stopped someone feeling that way and didn't do it. Bullying is serious, it hurts people deeper than can be put into words. And I don't hesitate to stand up for people now. I won't let myself do that again. Even though I'm in college now, I still see the signs of bullying in my university. If it isn't stop in elementary school, middle school, and high school, it doesn't just stop itself. It keeps going and gets worse. I sincerely hope that this portion of my story is helpful in some way because the stories I've found on here already have been very helpful and inspirational to me.