When I was 12 years old, my parents enrolled me in a Private Christian Montessori School. I was enrolled to be a support system to my little sister, who was there for the non-standardized learning system. I was one of eight middle school children and it was four girls and four boys. To make a long story short, I bullied every single day by the other three girls. I was bullied about the clothes I wore, the fact that I didn't have a cell phone at twelve years old, the fact that I didn't have a boyfriend (I was gay, but was not about to tell anyone that), and bullied for what I brought to eat to lunch everyday. They would call me fat (because I was five inches taller than them), they would call me ugly, they even went as far as calling me a whore, which is ironic because I was a virgin at twelve years old (I know, SHOCKING!) I was bullied by three girls who were a grade younger than me, whose parents were football and baseball players, one girl was the niece of the Headmistress of the school. The bullying was non stop. My demeanor began to change rapidly. This once happy, carefree, and life loving girl became withdrawn, depressed, and isolated. I would go home crying everyday after school telling my mom on the way that I was being bullied. My mom, who couldn't quite understand what it was doing to me, told me to, "Keep my nose clean." Basically, to not provoke or instigate their bullying. My existence instigated them. I would walk into the room and it would start. By the spring, I was miserable. My teacher took me outside one day and asked why my demeanor had changed, I told her I was being bullied everyday, her response: "Patricia, they're just teasing you because they are jealous of you." I thought to myself, "Really, they're jealous of the fat, ugly, whore?" I had resigned to believe that what they were saying about me must be true, because they seemed to believe it with every fiber of their being. So I believed it with every fiber of mine. We were outside at recess (if that gives any merit to the ages we were) and we were playing volleyball. Something had happened during the game (for the life of me, I blocked it out of my memory), but something happened, and the ringleader of the bullies said, "Patricia, why don't you kill yourself." And in that moment, I felt that that was the answer. I said quietly to myself, "Okay. I will." I walked into our classroom which was a double-wide trailer with a kitchen. Walked to the kitchen drawer and pulled out a knife, then went to the bathroom. Without even turning the light on, I closed the door behind me, and did that sort of slow fall down the wall. I sat with tears streaming down my face, not so much wondering how I got to this point, because I knew, but wondering why I was so hated. I took the knife in my left hand and dragged the blade across my right wrist. It was pretty deep and immediately drew blood. I immediately knew, that was a mistake and thought to myself, "Holy shit, that hurt so much. That did not make me feel any better." Unlike what I had seen portrayed on television and with other  middle school peers, cutting myself was not my form of release and did not bring instant internal relief. I sat, feeling like a failure, like I couldn't even cut myself properly. I sat thinking, "What can I do? What can I do?" I heard a voice tell me, "They hate you because you're fat. If you weren't fat they wouldn't hate you." (Now you have to keep in mind that I was a junior Olympic cheer leader, it is impossible to be fat and a gymnast.) The voice continued, "You could throw up, so that you won't be fat anymore." I crawled over to the toilet, lifted the seat, and struggled to hold my fingers in my throat long enough to excite my gag reflex. But I did. As soon as I caused myself to vomit, I felt the release that others had credited cutting with. I felt relief on every level. More than relief, I felt power and control. I felt reenergized. That was day one of a nine year battle with Bulimia and Anorexia. Fast forward, through the nine year battle, to the success side of life. At twenty-one, I faced my demons, I faced my twelve year old self and said no more. I struggled to read self-help books, I struggled to talk to a therapist, I struggled through my morning positive meditations, but I did them. I decided that I no longer, wanted to be a victim of circumstance. I decided that I no longer wanted to give my power to three girls that didn't even exist to me anymore. I no longer wanted to give my power to eating disorders that no longer served me. I wanted to give my power back to that twelve year old girl, and get her caught up to who I was slowly becoming, myself. I decided to love myself to healing. And I did. When you make up your mind to no longer give in to whoever your bully is, whether it's society, or some girl or boy, your parents, siblings, a teacher, a coach. When you decide that who they are and what they say, is not who you are and what you think. You take your power back. If you are struggling with bully induced depression, eating disorders, cutting, drug and/or alcohol abuse. It gets better. You are not alone, have never been alone, and will never be alone. Your current thoughts and feelings about yourself are not your own, and it does get better. You have to chose, though. You have to make the hardest choice of all. Will you love yourself, in spite of how everyone else is making you feel? Will you be a victor and not a victim? Will you take a stand for yourself? I never changed those girls' opinions of me. I never took a stand for myself. And I almost killed myself because of it. Had I gone through and been successful in my two attempts to take my own life, I would have been the one to do it. Those girls didn't put a bottle of pills in my mouth and swallow them, I did. Those girls didn't hold the knife to my skin and cut, I did. And those girls aren't sitting here now, twelve years later, successful, loved, and awesome, I am. It does get better. You will get healed. You have to be willing to be your own warrior. You're not alone, at all. Never have been and never will be. You are powerful beyond measure. When you let your own light shine, you give other permission to let theirs. Be good to yourself first and don't ever, not for a second, give your power to hate.

When I was 12 years old, my parents enrolled me in a Private Christian Montessori School. I was enrolled to be a support system to my little sister, who was there for the non-standardized learning system. I was one of eight middle school children and it was four girls and four boys. To make a long story short, I bullied every single day by the other three girls. I was bullied about the clothes I wore, the fact that I didn't have a cell phone at twelve years old, the fact that I didn't have a boyfriend (I was gay, but was not about to tell anyone that), and bullied for what I brought to eat to lunch everyday. They would call me fat (because I was five inches taller than them), they would call me ugly, they even went as far as calling me a whore, which is ironic because I was a virgin at twelve years old (I know, SHOCKING!) I was bullied by three girls who were a grade younger than me, whose parents were football and baseball players, one girl was the niece of the Headmistress of the school. The bullying was non stop. My demeanor began to change rapidly. This once happy, carefree, and life loving girl became withdrawn, depressed, and isolated. I would go home crying everyday after school telling my mom on the way that I was being bullied. My mom, who couldn't quite understand what it was doing to me, told me to, "Keep my nose clean." Basically, to not provoke or instigate their bullying. My existence instigated them. I would walk into the room and it would start. By the spring, I was miserable. My teacher took me outside one day and asked why my demeanor had changed, I told her I was being bullied everyday, her response: "Patricia, they're just teasing you because they are jealous of you." I thought to myself, "Really, they're jealous of the fat, ugly, whore?" I had resigned to believe that what they were saying about me must be true, because they seemed to believe it with every fiber of their being. So I believed it with every fiber of mine. We were outside at recess (if that gives any merit to the ages we were) and we were playing volleyball. Something had happened during the game (for the life of me, I blocked it out of my memory), but something happened, and the ringleader of the bullies said, "Patricia, why don't you kill yourself." And in that moment, I felt that that was the answer. I said quietly to myself, "Okay. I will." I walked into our classroom which was a double-wide trailer with a kitchen. Walked to the kitchen drawer and pulled out a knife, then went to the bathroom. Without even turning the light on, I closed the door behind me, and did that sort of slow fall down the wall. I sat with tears streaming down my face, not so much wondering how I got to this point, because I knew, but wondering why I was so hated. I took the knife in my left hand and dragged the blade across my right wrist. It was pretty deep and immediately drew blood. I immediately knew, that was a mistake and thought to myself, "Holy shit, that hurt so much. That did not make me feel any better." Unlike what I had seen portrayed on television and with other  middle school peers, cutting myself was not my form of release and did not bring instant internal relief. I sat, feeling like a failure, like I couldn't even cut myself properly. I sat thinking, "What can I do? What can I do?" I heard a voice tell me, "They hate you because you're fat. If you weren't fat they wouldn't hate you." (Now you have to keep in mind that I was a junior Olympic cheer leader, it is impossible to be fat and a gymnast.) The voice continued, "You could throw up, so that you won't be fat anymore." I crawled over to the toilet, lifted the seat, and struggled to hold my fingers in my throat long enough to excite my gag reflex. But I did. As soon as I caused myself to vomit, I felt the release that others had credited cutting with. I felt relief on every level. More than relief, I felt power and control. I felt reenergized. That was day one of a nine year battle with Bulimia and Anorexia. Fast forward, through the nine year battle, to the success side of life. At twenty-one, I faced my demons, I faced my twelve year old self and said no more. I struggled to read self-help books, I struggled to talk to a therapist, I struggled through my morning positive meditations, but I did them. I decided that I no longer, wanted to be a victim of circumstance. I decided that I no longer wanted to give my power to three girls that didn't even exist to me anymore. I no longer wanted to give my power to eating disorders that no longer served me. I wanted to give my power back to that twelve year old girl, and get her caught up to who I was slowly becoming, myself. I decided to love myself to healing. And I did. When you make up your mind to no longer give in to whoever your bully is, whether it's society, or some girl or boy, your parents, siblings, a teacher, a coach. When you decide that who they are and what they say, is not who you are and what you think. You take your power back. If you are struggling with bully induced depression, eating disorders, cutting, drug and/or alcohol abuse. It gets better. You are not alone, have never been alone, and will never be alone. Your current thoughts and feelings about yourself are not your own, and it does get better. You have to chose, though. You have to make the hardest choice of all. Will you love yourself, in spite of how everyone else is making you feel? Will you be a victor and not a victim? Will you take a stand for yourself? I never changed those girls' opinions of me. I never took a stand for myself. And I almost killed myself because of it. Had I gone through and been successful in my two attempts to take my own life, I would have been the one to do it. Those girls didn't put a bottle of pills in my mouth and swallow them, I did. Those girls didn't hold the knife to my skin and cut, I did. And those girls aren't sitting here now, twelve years later, successful, loved, and awesome, I am. It does get better. You will get healed. You have to be willing to be your own warrior. You're not alone, at all. Never have been and never will be. You are powerful beyond measure. When you let your own light shine, you give other permission to let theirs. Be good to yourself first and don't ever, not for a second, give your power to hate.

Hi, my name is Tabby, I'm 15 and this my story.It all started in 7th grade.Theses two girls and group of them friends would follow me, push me, trap me in the bathroom, say horrible stuff, call me names, ext.Names like worthless, white trash, how, emo, ugly, ext.I would go to my school but they would it do anything about it.So I just stop going to school.I would stay on my room crying all day everyday.Then my doctor put me on depression pills.After I miss so many days of school they changed my classes.I was happy that I was it around the girls and there friends.I through it would end but I was wrong😩 my ex best friend start bullying me.She would push me down the stairs, call me horrible names, say horrible things, send her friends after me, ext.I had up to 5 kids trying to jump me after school everyday.I have my dad picking me up now.It was the same everyday.My parents and I try to go to the school so many times but they would do nothing.I become even more depressed.I would go to school and then I would go to my room for rest of the day.Then I had enough and I started standing up for myself.Well I lost everything bc I stand up for myself. I was in 5 clubs they took me out of them and I still can't join clubs.I can't join any clubs now.But then summer camp!e around I through things would calm down but I was wrong again😩 They would text me saying horrible stuff...Go die, the wrath will be a better place if u just die, ugly worthless white trash, just go kill yourself already, ext.Then they would all came up to my house trying to fight me.My mom try to call the cope nbut they said they can't do anything.I just stayed in my room all summer.I was to scared to leave my house.And then theybstarted to make hate tabby sites.There was up to 6 hate sites about me.My summer was bad! Then i started 8 grade (I'm at the end of 8th grade year now).First day was bad! My ex best friend and her "crew" would push me, call me names, say horrible things, trap me in the bathroom, push me down the stairs, ext.Then the one day o was walking out of the bathroom and my wx best friend jump me.She push me in the wall I hitited my head really bad.The room was going in circle. All i felt was hitting me over and over again.Then my true friends came in and pull her off of me.My one friend had to help me to the office.I could it walk I was to dizzy.But my mom came and got me and took me to the hospital. I had a head concession and my ear was factored. I told months for me to recovery.But she got kick out of the school and I pressed charges.But now its her friends😩 its the same everyday😭 and I can't take no more I just wanna give up and drop out of school😩 words hurts!!😭😩

Hi, my name is Tabby, I'm 15 and this my story.It all started in 7th grade.Theses two girls and group of them friends would follow me, push me, trap me in the bathroom, say horrible stuff, call me names, ext.Names like worthless, white trash, how, emo, ugly, ext.I would go to my school but they would it do anything about it.So I just stop going to school.I would stay on my room crying all day everyday.Then my doctor put me on depression pills.After I miss so many days of school they changed my classes.I was happy that I was it around the girls and there friends.I through it would end but I was wrong😩 my ex best friend start bullying me.She would push me down the stairs, call me horrible names, say horrible things, send her friends after me, ext.I had up to 5 kids trying to jump me after school everyday.I have my dad picking me up now.It was the same everyday.My parents and I try to go to the school so many times but they would do nothing.I become even more depressed.I would go to school and then I would go to my room for rest of the day.Then I had enough and I started standing up for myself.Well I lost everything bc I stand up for myself. I was in 5 clubs they took me out of them and I still can't join clubs.I can't join any clubs now.But then summer camp!e around I through things would calm down but I was wrong again😩 They would text me saying horrible stuff...Go die, the wrath will be a better place if u just die, ugly worthless white trash, just go kill yourself already, ext.Then they would all came up to my house trying to fight me.My mom try to call the cope nbut they said they can't do anything.I just stayed in my room all summer.I was to scared to leave my house.And then theybstarted to make hate tabby sites.There was up to 6 hate sites about me.My summer was bad! Then i started 8 grade (I'm at the end of 8th grade year now).First day was bad! My ex best friend and her "crew" would push me, call me names, say horrible things, trap me in the bathroom, push me down the stairs, ext.Then the one day o was walking out of the bathroom and my wx best friend jump me.She push me in the wall I hitited my head really bad.The room was going in circle. All i felt was hitting me over and over again.Then my true friends came in and pull her off of me.My one friend had to help me to the office.I could it walk I was to dizzy.But my mom came and got me and took me to the hospital. I had a head concession and my ear was factored. I told months for me to recovery.But she got kick out of the school and I pressed charges.But now its her friends😩 its the same everyday😭 and I can't take no more I just wanna give up and drop out of school😩 words hurts!!😭😩

My name is William BraceyJr. I'm from wheeling wv. I lived here most of my life and I often have flashbacks. I been abused and bullied countless times. Even when I was struck on foot in front of my dad by a car. I was bullied when I returned to school. Kids would say I hit a parked car. Dr's everywhere that night said I was lucky to be alive. But what's amazing is the ending. I absolutely love it. Here it goes. Growing us wasn't easy. Especially living in a stricked house. We as children were lucky to play or watch tv. We would be wiped by a belt. And hit with it. Later on kids and adults bullied me physically and mentally. This lasted end of senior year. I then turned 18-19 and joined the business of being a martial artist. Two years later. I'm a background actor and other films. Two dreams of mine came true even when people doubted me. God bless you all and remember. Never give up. And God loves you

My name is Eliza Vargas am 10years old I was bully in kindergarten - 5 the grade everyone said that I was ugly and had a crock eye and even they looked at my in bathroom and text me mean messages I hate you ! Sometimes they try to scare me . this was my wrost feeling I ever had sometimes I want to kill my self .but sometimes I say to myself why am I here ? I hate bullies it happen and the time and every day I think the bullies should fe how it's like to be a bully !

Hi I am a 7th grade girl. I have been bullied many times because my difference in height and weight. I have also been bullied because I have larger feet than anyone in the school.  I would be called hurtful names like baby sasquatch, bigfoot, elephant legs etc.  It may not seem like it to them because I try to hide it as best as possible, but it hurts me.  The first time I ever started crying by being bullied was when my friends told me they heard a group of my eighth grade friends calling be names like elephant legs. I don't know if it was the feeling of it being my eighth grade friends or the names they were calling me.  It made me very happy when my friends came and supported me.  They made me feel so much better.  Thank you guys so much! <3

 

Although there has been many times I have been bullied I cant say I have never bullied anyone.  a couple of times i was being the bully by trying to make my friends feel better.  I know it sound weird but its true.  when ever my friends would be bullied or some one would hurt them I would always say like "oh they are not good people" or like "they don't even know what being nice is." It made me feel bad but I want my friends to be happy so i just tried not to think about it.  

Those are the times I have been bullied and when I have bullied someone else.  :)/:(

Hi, my name is Elysa  and through out my life of schooling I have been bullied but not physically well most times I haven't but, I think that verbal abuse is just as bad and effective. I used to move around a lot because my mom and dad were divorced. I moved to California with my dad for a couple of months and I used to have bad nightmares. When I would go to school I would be scared out of my mind that I would cry. People would follow me laughing at me because I was crying and that I was a "scaredy cat" and other names. Later on through my life I moved back to Arizona with my mom and started going to a new school. I went to that school in 5th grade and that 1st year was good. But my 6th grade year was most difficult because I was getting called "slut" "future teen mom" etc.. Knowing that I was getting called these things made me scared to come to school. I had rumors spread about me and most were said to my face. The only reason well, one of the reasons I was getting called these things was because my mom and dad were teens when they had me, so people thought I would end up like that too. Now in 7th grade I get made fun of every now in then but I laugh most times. But, the first quarter of my school year I was getting called a slut and other things and I thought that I thought enough is enough. I would have bad  thoughts because all I thought about was that I make too many mistakes because I am the mistake. My parents know that I "used" to get bullied but sometimes it still happens. One day I came home in a very sad mood that when I got home I locked myself in the bathroom and put my music on blast so my older sister wouldn't hear me cry. Although, I can "act" innocent, I was a bully too. In the 5th grade I said something that offended a girl who over heard and she told on me and I was sent to the principals office. After I got written up, the girl apologized and we moved on from then. I do think that though being on both sides as bully and bullied, it's not O.K.. When  a person is getting bullied, you don't know what thoughts they are having. People may think that those things are true. WATCH WHAT YOU SAY!! Please, because if you are a bully and your giving crap to the bullied , you may not see that person AGAIN. And to all the kids who are struggling with bullying, don't believe them. If your getting picked on if your big say " I'm big because a skinny body like yours can't hold this much awesome.". You see you can stand up for yourself without being physical and you may think at the time that hitting the person will make them stop and sometimes it does but you just gotta stand up for your self. Just like 2pac said " you gotta keep your head up." 

once my sister called me lazy but I didn't care but stile wanted revenge,so I called her short and then she got mad at me and I felt bad for calling her short so I side sorry to my sister and my sister side it was okay so I felt better.

Hello everyone❤️ I wanted to share a tragic story that has taken place over seas in Greece. A young man has either been a victim of bullying and has been found murdered or due to the severeve bullying he had taken his own life. As we stand together we can offer some justice for This young man! This must be put to a stop.