What do you say? It's been about four years since I was last in high school, and the business of college makes the memory of being bullied seem like it was another person. There are time when it is fresh. I suppose it started in 7th grade. My brother and I were the outsider coming into a new private school, and the kids there made sure we knew it. Being called fat, dumb, ugly, and just about every profanity in the book was common. Not that I was totally innocent. When I found out another boy was picking on my brother I recall punching him in the nose until he bled. 
   After that year our family moved again, but this time we entered public school. It was a whole other ball game. Not to mean the bullying was worse, but rather intensified by numbers. I was thankfully able to befriend fellow outsiders like myself, but that did not stop the bullying or me going home to pick myself apart for not being good enough. It got to the point that I became apathetic and suicidal. I did cut and on two different occasions I stood on the edge of a tall building thinking that life wasn't worth it. That on the pros and cons list of my life, it would be better to die than to keep on. 
   But there is hope. I got saved at 16. I had looked around and had told God that if He was really the God of the universe like He said, that He would have to take control of my life or I would end it. And He did.
         I would just like to end pointing out something that a great man, Theodore Roosevelt said in his Man in the Arena speech, "It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."

To those who read this, it is better to keep on living. There is hope, a light in the dark, and when you want to give up look to those who love you and lift your heads, straighten your backs, and never ever give up. 

well my freshman year i was bullied and called mean names and i didnt even know why and i had already beeen through so much and then when you add the bullies it makes life worse and i had this one ex who called me nasty mean names and it just made me hate my self but to sum it up ive learned to think positive and i have stopped cutting for over a year!

This school year I started 6th grade. In elementary school I rarly got picked on because i was friends with everyone. But this year there are so many people spreading rumors. There was this boy that everyone liked except me and my best-friend. It was only because we started off the school year and really connected as friends. So we always saw each other as friends. Then i have girls staring at me weirdly and saying " stay off my man". I soon heard that there was a rumor going around that i had invited him over for my birthday party and we had wennt in my room and started making out. NONE OF THAT WAS TRUE! AT ALL! so i stood up for myself and luckily they stopped and found it was fake. But then they started messing with my best-friend in gym, the only class i dont have with her. they would purposly hit her with a volleyball or call her a slut. when really she is as sweet as honey and didnt even have a boyfriend all year. She was to scared to stand up for herself so i did. Its all over now but i wont forget the way people were so quick to call us names. BULLYING NEEDS TO STOP! It really hurts!

I just turned 15 in march the exact same week i turned 15 everyone in my school began calling me names. they started calling me a slut a whore, a nobody. thankfully nothing lead to violence but those words hurt, i tried committing suicide 3 times before my mom found out what was happening in school and she put me in counsiling. it still doesnt really help me i still go to school every morning scared to death something worse is going to happen today. my question is WHY do they do this? what is so "fun" about hurting people you dont know? I am proud that i joined this BULLY project because my school doesnt do ANYTHING about bullying... my school has uniforms but from now on EVERY friday im going to wear a shirt that has the name of all the kids that commited suicide because of the bullys... ITS TIME TO TAKE A STAND

Everywhere I go, I see people getting bullied. It's not really not nice to see. At all! I've been bullied and I've seen people being bullied in the hallways. When I witness it, I go straight to the principal, but he doesn't do anything other then give them an ISS or they get suspended. I really need help to stop bullying. I'm mostly the only one who wants to stop it. 

I'm fifteen years old, from the UK and currently doing my GCSE'S - an important year. I love singing, playing guitar, art and helping people in need. I was bullied all throughout primary school by a group of girls, and some boys. When starting comprehensive school I was bullied by the same girls and they turned the whole year against me - no exaggeration. I sat on my own at lunch, I was called a 'freak', 'fat' 'you look prettier from the back' and many other names. I was also cyber bullied and was told that I was 'worthless', 'fatty', 'you can't sing'. This all really upset me and gradually became too much to handle. My parents decided to take me out of school whilst in year 8 and transfer me into another school. A year went by and the bullying stopped, unit now. Year 10 and I am getting picked on again by my 'friends' and other students, school is becoming harder and I just cannot wait until I arrive home everyday. I really do not understand what I have done wrong to annoy and irritate these people. I have been blocked on social websites and people do not talk to me anymore. It is hard to ignore even though my parents say that is the best way. I enjoy going to school as I love learning but I'm not good at fitting in. The way I try to get through the day without wanting to come home early is by staying strong. If any of you here are getting bullied or have been bullied STAY STRONG, because you ARE worth everything, you ARE beautiful, people do LOVE YOU, you are NOT ALONE, someone, out here will support you and love you for who YOU ARE. Remember, nobody is better at being you than you. You are all BE-YOU-TIFUL.

I'm deaf. I was born deaf. I went to a public school. I was bullied because I was different than the others. I'm profoundly deaf, and I speak in American Sign Language. I had an interpreter with me at almost all times. I got picked on constantly. I never wore my hair up my whole elementary years. I was afraid they'd laugh at my hearing aids or think I'm not normal. I moved to a deaf school. Regardless of being in a school where we speak the same language and share the same traits, I was still picked on. I got picked on to the point where I started picking on other people. But that did not last long. Luckily, I realized sooner enough than most people do. I stopped because I realized how much pain I was in when I was the victim. That just tells me other people are in pain as well when I pick on them. I stopped and decided to be the better person that I can be. I learned to ignore the bullies, and report them when it's necessary. I learned to help stand for the others. It's okay to stand up for the others. Sometimes not most people are strong enough to stand on their own. They need one more pair of legs to help them gain courage to stand up for themselves in the long run. STOP BULLYING. It's not cool, or "in." It was never in. Constantly picking on the others until they finally give up the only life they were able to live is not "in" nor cool, at all. Respect. Equality. We all need them. You may be only one person, but one person can make a big difference in the world. Start now.

i'm apologizing for my bad grammar/spelling now :)

so i'm your average 17 year old girl. except I have a secret. for three years of my life, I was "Sasquatch". yes, sasquatch like bigfoot. I had just come out of elementary school being the big shot patrol but middle school kind of slapped me into reality. a little too far into reality. so the first day of 6th grade I went to school all excited, I was growing up! during orientation I heard a few guys from my elementary school laughing so I asked what was so funny. asking them was the worst decision of my life. all of sixth grade id go home crying. and I mean EVERY DAY. people would yell out the bus calling me a fat ass and of course the usual. my mom called the school, the boys' parents, and eventually tried switching schools. nothing worked so I was stuck where every day I was sasquatch. my friends left me, I only had a few left. I have always been overweight but no one had ever commented so much. so im going through middle school "ignoring it because all they want is a reaction". they would prank call my house and ask if there was a sasquatch running loose in the backyard. in one specific incident, we were on a field trip and everyone who was sitting around me was calling me a sasquatch. I was in the front by teachers and no one said a word. I decided to stand up for myself and called one of them an asshole (the first time I ever cursed) and I was reported... in 8th grade, my best friend from kindergarten told me we couldn't be friends anymore because she went to a different school. it broke my heart. summer going to freshman year, I was nervous about going to a new school. I met a boy who made me forget about all that happened in middle school. I was so happy. a couple months in, he asked me out! 5 days later we broke up because he only wanted me for sex. that's when I started cutting. in sophomore year I developed an eating disorder from the trauma. I am still struggling with self image. ive overcome most of my eating disorder but still have a hard time with cutting. im a month and a half clean right now though :) I just watched the movie and I got so upset watching it because adults are so oblivious. id like to start something up at my school because no one should feel the way I did. and no one should ever be alone.

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When I was in the 6th grade I moved to a new town, which meant new school, I was nervous and scared but excited all the same time, it was a school my mother grew up in so I thought it would be ok.  Soon I realized things were quite different, I am small for my age and I don't learn as quickly as others do. I tried to make friends but was not easy I started to be bullied and it continued over and over no matter how much it was reported I was called names, hit knocked down, this continued for the next few yrs I am now getting ready to finish the 9th grade it has slowed down but I notice now the bullying continues with other kids I try to inter vein and stop it I try and befriend everyone I only have a cpl friends but its ok I want others to know your not alone and you are special in every way and always remember God don't make mistakes and we are all equel.. Hold your head high always.. :)

This is the story about what led me to carve the word 'Perfect' into my arm with a razor blade. I have been bullied my entire life, since I was in preschool. I was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of 3, and was put on medication immediately. My reaction to being bullied was to hit the person hurting me. I was a very intelligent child, but extremely impulsive, I thank God every day for the parents I have, because without them, and the way they raised me, I'm sure that I may have attacked my attackers at some point. It got worse as I grew up, I was easily persuaded into doing things to other kids I normally wouldn't do, for example in first grade, I was told to hit a kid with my lunch box and I did, because I thought it would make me fit in. It most certainly did not. After second grade I changed from a private school to a public school. The bullying did not get better, in fact it got worse. I was still hitting my attackers, but I was never punished because of the attacks. But neither were my attackers and bullies. When I got to sixth grade and the start of middle school, I thought 'Finally, things are going to be so much better.' But I was absolutely wrong. People called me a 'nerd', 'geek', 'weirdo', 'psycho', 'big nose', and more. I got into more fights, mainly I fought to defend myself at this point. When a girl threatened to kill me with a lava lamp she had on her person at the time, I went into defense mode, and attacked to give myself a chance to run away. Instead of her being punished for her threats I was the one given a suspension. Middle school turned into the worst three years of my life; until high school started. In my 9th grade year, I was quite popular, I mean I didn't run in the truly 'popular' crowds but I had so many friends for once, people who accepted me, and understood me. Unfortunately, somebody started a rumor about me, claiming I was pregnant. It spread like wildfire and I tried so hard to end the rumors and dispute the claims. As far as I could tell things had abated quite well. Then on my fifteenth birthday, the last day of 9th grade, I was leaving my last class to go to my mom's car, when from behind me somebody threw a full Gatorade bottle at my head. I turned around but in all the hustle and bustle of students leaving for the summer break I couldn't tell who had thrown it. Needless to say I burst into tears and ran crying to my mother's car. Then in 10th grade, another girl with the same first name as me, who was a freshman actually did get pregnant. Which started up the rumors about me being pregnant again. This led to people saying, 'When's the baby due', 'Can I feel it kick?', 'slut', and more. It got to the point that I was dreading going to class so much, I became physically ill and had to go home. My school had a policy, if you miss more than 14 days in any class you automatically drop and fail the class. I ended up failing and dropping my entire spring semester of classes for 10th grade. I just stopped going to school within the last few weeks, there was no point. During this time, I was using a website called, Formspring. You can anonymously or non-anonymously ask people questions there, I was given anonymous cyber bullying through this website. I couldn't take it any longer, that's the first time I ever considered suicide. I mean I had thought before, 'What would people do if I died? Would anyone care? Would anybody even go to my funeral?' but I had never actually sat down and formulated a plan. I never went through with my attempt, I was too afraid of feeling pain when I killed myself, so I told my mother what was happening and that's when we started going to therapy again. That's when I found OFL, Opportunities For Learning, it's an independent study, kind of like homeschooling. I finished my high school education there, and earned my diploma, not only on time, but EARLY. The bullying had stopped at school, when I was going to OFL. But it wasn't just school that I was bullied, I began to be bullied at my job, by coworkers. There was nothing I could do about it though, I was a new employee and the people bullying me, they were the shift leads and the people who had worked there the longest. What claim could I make that would be supported or even believed? Eventually I quit the job and moved with my dad to Bakersfield. I just started going to college at Bakersfield College for my first semester this year. There is a group that hangs out in the cafeteria every day, that I tried to hang out with, and did for a while, but apparently they all had problems with me. None of them could come tell me what was wrong so instead they all put it on somebody else's shoulders to tell me I was 'voted out' of the group. I stayed away, just like they had asked. I found new friends, ones that treated me better. But then one day a girl from the group came after me threatening to beat me up because of a rumor. A rumor that I believe she herself started. I stopped going to my school's GSA club (Gay Straight Association) because the people threatening me were in this club. When the president of the club and other members on the board came up to me asking why I wasn't coming anymore, I was reluctant to say anything, I was trying to stay anonymous. But I gave in, I told them about all the people in the club threatening me and how it wasn't a safe space for me any longer. They brought the issue up to the members and kept my name anonymous, but the circumstance and situations were too similar. They knew it was me. Recently we have gotten a confession page on Facebook for our college. There have been four or five confessions about me specifically, all telling lies, people are bullying me through the internet. Two days ago, I called the suicide hotline for my city because I couldn't do it anymore, and I had nobody to talk to about how I was feeling. They helped me. But the next morning I saw more posts, and I called the number again. I had class yesterday, but I was so afraid to step foot on my campus and show my face that I refused to go. I'm afraid to go on Monday. I finally took a stand though, I called my school and reported the threats and the comments, they even asked me if I could come into the school to give my statement but I told them I was too afraid to come onto the campus. How I watch behind my back every moment now, I carry pepper spray because I don't want to be attacked or hurt by these vicious people. Yesterday I dyed my hair to a different color because it was being used as an identifier to find me on campus. Yesterday my dad somehow convinced me to go out and run a few errands with him, we went to a Walmart near our house, and I was so afraid that somebody from my school would see me that I was watching everybody, I didn't want to get verbally harassed or even physically. Yesterday, I carved the word 'Perfect' into my arm because I am perfect. At least to me anyways.