Okay, I don't believe I have every told a soul, any of this. But here I go, the full story.

I grew up in a small town in Georgia, everyone knows everyone's buisness. Typical small, southern town. I grew up there with a loving family, and then randomly, my parents get divorced when i'm in 5th grade. I blamed myself at first, because I knew I cause alot of problems in the house. I was different then the rest of the family. But only me and my Mom knew, and right now, were the only two that still know.

I had to move into a small apartment with my mom and brother and sister. It was hard, because I had a new school, and i'm not exactly your Barbie looking girl... I had gained a lot of weight because my Mom had let go, she didn't care what I did. At the begining of 6th grade, I started my new school. Right away, I could tell I didn't fit in. I got called useless, FAT, and poser, FAKE. Words hurt...

I didn't do anything about it. I kept my fake smile plastered on my face, and pretended not to care about what other people said about "The Fat New Girl" . Then, one day, I was sitting out on the balcony of our tiny apartment, and my Mother told me something. She said "I know you know you're different than your brothers and sisters, and the truth is, Their Dad isn't your Dad"

That hurt, more than words can describe.

Then, my Mom got her life back together, and I started 7th grade at a brand new school. I kept to myself, and made a few friends. But then, I felt the need to become friends with the popular crowd. That made matters worse. FAKE was my new name...

Now, i'm in 9th grade, and I know this is dumb, but I used to cut... Bad. I would post stuff on twitter, hoping someone would see, and tell me to stop... These girls that used to be my friends, stop talking to me. They post stuff all over Facebook and Twitter about me. They hacked into my Twitter and Facebook accounts, and told everyone that I was a lesbian. I'm not... They cornered me in school, and forced me to fight them, I refused... Later that night I saw posts from people at different school, saying i'm weak, and a baby, and lesbian, and useless. I'm not...

I was too scared to go to school.

My Mom called the cops, and the Officer said:

"I'll put it with the other bullying reports, but we probally won't do anything about it, so don't hold your breath..."

I told the counselor, and she did everything she could, resulting in ONE of the girls getting ISS (In School Suspension). FOR ONE DAY.. One day later she came up to me, and said ISS was sooo much fun.

Now, I have new friends, but those feelings i've kept bottled up, never left. I'm glad I get to share my story with you.

Hopefully it can inspire someone else, to never give up hope...

Ever since 6th grade, i've been bullied. I was just 12 years old, dying to fit in with the crowd. I would try so hard to make people like.me, but it just made things worse. I'd get called fake, etc. Now i'm in 9th grade, and at the begining of the year, i cut... i lost all friends, because I was too fat.  These mean girls would post mean things about me on facebook, twitter. They would call me a lesbian because i'm guy shy. But i'm better now, I found a new friend. 

When I started getting on the internet and social medias I got all in to it. Until one month i got on and so kid was cyber bulling me. Now I could never take a joke I was just at that point. This continued for a while... I never told anyone. Once my self esteem was down I felt use less and like I had no purpose in the world. It go to the point in thinking of harming my self. I understood not to, but once you get to that point you think it may get them to leave you alone. Take it for a kid who will probably will never fit in because she is not normal. Don't harm your self the bullies are not worth it don't listen to them find that group of friends that you can trust and block everyone. 

I was never very open to people, I've always been kind of the shy kid. Since I was chubby, weird-looking and quiet, I was an easy target. During 5th grade, I went through hell, I was terrified of going to school because I was picked on all the time. The scary thing was that even the teacher was in on it. I'd get sent to the office for things others would do and called names, a rumor was started that I was also gay, I was a 10 year old kid. It was pretty absurd of them to call me gay just for my feminism, which came from growing up with mostly women. One day I was beat up by two kids in a bathroom stall and it was taped. I went to the principal about this. Nothing was done. Despite the things I would go through and the things I experienced during the following years, Middle School, where I was called fatass and many profane names, I remained strong(in my way) I would self harm and starve myself. I lost an incredible amount of weight and was diagnosed with Anemia, which meant that if I didn't take care of myself, I would develop Leukemia. I was molested by a "friend" in middle school. Pressured to do things I didn't want to. I was called worthless, useless, pathetic, by many people. even family. There was no one I could turn to. No one would listen, so I turned to the razor blade. It's amazing what bracelets and smiles could hide. Despite everything I went through, I have remained strong. because I don't want to see my sisters suffer. I don't want them to go through what I did. I wanted to be emotionally strong. There are many voices in my head. (am I crazy?) telling me the same things, "You're worthless, Useless, nobody wants you, not even your parents"

So many times I have wished I was dead.

Wikipedia defines Bullying as "the use of force or coercion to abuse or intimidate others"

Growing up, I didn't make friends easily. I came from a broken household with two little brothers, one who has Autism. I didn't get bullied very much in elementary school, but in middle school, I was, to put it lightly, well developed for my age. 

By the time I was 12, I had a bra size of 36C. I was not big, I'm actually quite small. I just had an hourglass figure that had not filled out yet. All through middle school and high school I was bullied by people who called themselves my friends. They ridiculed me, made sick jokes about my chest, and constantly asked me if I had had breast enhancements.

This bullying has continued even through college. Guys stare at me and make cat calls at me, asking me "How much?" I feel self-conscious about my body even though I know I have a beautiful hourglass figure. I am now 20 years old, and I'm a bra size 36G. 

But as I said before, I have a relatively small body size. Even though people call me chubby, I can fit into a size 4/6 dress. I just wished that people can love me for who I am, so that I could love myself too.

I was bullied when I was a child. I was small, smart, and had curly, frizzy hair. I look back and see I was a prime target. I changed schools once due to bullying. I had been verbally bullied or teased and physically bullied. I never understood what I did for them to treat me like that. I made it out with the help of my family and close friends. I thought that by the time I was done with elementary school, I would never see bullying again. 

I was wrong.

About a year and a half ago, I started to encounter bullying in college. This bully of mine was unlike any bully from elementary school; she was smart, devious, ad manipulative. She used her position as an officer to get me kicked out of the club I loved. Over time, she convinced my so-called friends at the time to not hang out with me. When there were parties or get-togethers, I was told by a close friend that my bully didn't want me invited. She lied and would cover up her tracks, but deep down inside I knew it was because she hated me. I was so upset dealing with all of the drama going on as a result of her that I resigned my own position as an officer and eventually left. I tried for a long time to continue to be a part of the club I loved so much, but time after time I was beat down by her attempts to exclude me from being involved in anything. Then, she had the nerve to tell the professor of the group that I was the one starting all the drama. I had nowhere to go. My so-called friends were now her friends and would never tell the truth in order to protect her and themselves. I cried a lot. I went through friends quickly because everyone would rather be in the clique than do what's right. She eventually left to another college, but she is still talking crap about me and telling people not to hangout with me.

I'm a very strong person now. I don't take anyone's crap. Not even hers. But I dealt with so much before I learned how to really handle it. 

Bullying can happen to anyone at any time. And if you haven't experienced it, it is the worst feeling in the world. It feels like the ground underneath your very feet is crumbling into nothing until you really have nothing left to stand on.

Here's to being 20 and barely learning how to truly beat bullying.

2nd grade, I moved to a new city. Meaning new people and new friends. It was really hard for me. As a kid, being the new kid at school was the worst. But I make friends easy..or use to.

I made a friend, but of course she turned on me. Calling me names. For a 2nd grader she called me some pretty nasty names. I was alone. In 2nd grade. That was so horrible.

All throughout Elmentary school I was bullied and I had probably 2 friends. But we got into fights daily. Now we don't even speak. Which sucks, because we did everything together.

When middle school hit, I'm not gonna lie it was already hell. That was the year I started to self harm. 6th grade was when everything started to go downhill. I wanted to commit suicide. I would stay home from school, scared. Ididn't understand why I got picked on. I met my bestfriend that year, her name is Carmen. She accepted me. She saved me. By the time I was in 7th grade I had scars all over my body. I was skinnier then ever(from not eating). The worst thing is, nobody knew. I didn't tell anybody. Not the school, not my parents, not Carmen. Not anybody. I didn't want attention. I didn't want to be helped. By 8th grade I came out. I told everyone. The school, my parents, and Carmen. I was glad I did. Because I thought they would help me, but I thought wrong. I was getting notes in my locker. Calling me everyname in the book. Telling me to commit suicide. I took the notes to the office and they moved my locker. After a while they told me they couldn't do anything. Carmen got notes a couple times too. The office pulled me in because they thought I was writing myself the notes. Nice, right? That's the last time I went to the school for anything.

That summer I had no choice but to act happy. I didn't want anyone to worry about me, or actually I thought nobody would worry about me anyway. I got a therapist that summer, and she focused on my anger problems and self esteem. It didn't help that much. So I stopped going.

This year, I got pushed too far. I had 20 pills in my mouth. But for some odd reason I spit them out. I told myself to suck it up. On January 25th, 2013. I had planned to take my own life. I was fed up. Carmen called the police and they came to my house to my sure I was ok.

I'm glad she did that. Sure, suicide crosses my mind. I selfharm still, but I'm getting better thanks to her. And also thanks to Demi Lovato. I always listened to her music when I got upset. Her music was my escape from the world.

I get homeschooled now and I am working on recovering.

My name is Haley Collins. And I am SO glad to be alive.

I'm a fighter.

Thanks for reading this is you did! (:

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That's how it seemed for me anyway.

I was about six when I first experienced bullying. In the first grade I was slightly taller and much thinner than my classmates. It wasn't all that bad then - six-year-olds don't have much in the way of an arsenal of insults other than the likes of "meaniehead".

Then in the third grade I started gaining weight. A LOT of weight. Halfway through the year I was a far cry from the skinny first-grader I used to be. Kids in my class were much more imaginative about their insults. I quickly knew the "fatty, fatty two by four" song by heart. My classmates would step on my long hair and force me to stay on the ground and pummel me with verbal abuse after knocking my books down.

Age nine was the first time I thought about suicide. I would rather die than go to school and face the bullies in my class that I was too afraid to tell my mom about. 

In the sixth grade I moved to another school district, hoping it would help me redefine myself. It didn't. I was still shy and very sensitive and I was seen as a target. My few friends helped me make it through the next four years with my sanity intact, but not without some damage. The relentless groups of girls were out to get me and on multiple occasions I had been humiliated by the ones that lived in public housing and felt like they needed to prove themselves. The entire school was "black vs white" and I was on the losing "team". Racism, fat shaming and group fighting abound, and school authority did nothing. I fell into a deep, dark, spiraling depression and even started cutting myself. I felt numb from the abuse and wanted to feel something. 

In tenth grade I moved yet again, to the school I graduated from. I was bound and determined to change how people perceived me. From the beginning it became clear to me that it was nearly impossible to get people to like me. I was automatically, inexplicably, labeled as the weird one, but at least I was in good company thanks to one amazing guy named Josh that has a big heart and decided to take a chance on a new kid. My new friends were just as 'weird' as I was and I finally felt like I belonged, at least while I was around them. Still, outside my group of friends, I was avoided like the plague but I held my head up high and I never let them see it bothered me. 

Four days before my 17th birthday, when I was in the 11th grade, one of my best friends asked me out (we've been together for almost 6 years now and married for 3 years) and bullies in school finally left me alone, at least to my face. After so many years of being alone and feeling empty and hopeless, I had some peace . They were afraid of who I was with, and they didn't want to mess with me. Shortly thereafter I "came out of the broom closet", as it were, and people finally knew I was Wiccan. Then began the jokes about casting spells. I used that to my advantage and that soon stopped after a few side comments that I responded to with "don't tempt me". 

I got pregnant in the last semester of my senior year and immediately people accused me of faking. I never told my husband but people would literally push me around and poke me in the stomach to get a response from me. Since I was fat, no one thought anyone would actually want to have sex with me, I guess. It wasn't until I had ultrasounds to show people that people backed off the physical attacks - but then people started saying I cast a spell to get pregnant, and my husband was under some kind of curse. One of my husband's friends even had his foot to my stomach one morning on the bus when I told him to turn his music off (I can't stand rap music and I got a lot of migraines while I was pregnant). 

I finally graduated when I was 24 weeks pregnant, and my son was born that following September, in 2009. He is 3 1/2 years old now, and I'm trying to create an environment for him that I never had - he needs to know that  bullying, of any kind, is wrong and he needs to love himself enough to be able to stand up for himself and others if he ever sees it or experiences it. Bullying is inexcusable - how many kids are going to kill themselves before something is done?

My story begins when I was in elementary. My parents and aunt and uncle was in a terrible auto accident on labor day in 1986. My uncle Johnny was killed on impact. My dads legs were both broken and his arm was also broken. My moms face was split in half my aunt suffered a black eye. My 3 week old nephew wasn't injured. That accident changed our lives. Kids would often tease me. They would often push me around. What was even worse was I was in special ed. I have a learning disability so I was slower than the other kids. I had only four friends. I was constantly being picked on. I was never welcomed in sports, scouts, or any other social activities. I was always not welcome. In middle school I was in constant fights because of being picked on. In high school I was assaulted when a bully took a rope and put it around my neck. When I defended myself I was suspended and he continued to attend school even though he was known for this. I have more about my story so if you would like to hear more email me and I can share more of my story.