It all started when I was 9 years old. I got bullied physically and mentally every single day. I didn't have any friends. They shoved me to the ground, they sprayed cleaning spray in my eyes and called me names. Sometimes they acted like I didn't existed, like I was invisible. I came home crying every single day for 3 years. My family was very supportive and fought against this. The school always said "there is no bullying going on in this school", "*my name* always seems so happy here" and " everything is fine". After a long struggle we gave up. I got in a new school. My life turned upside down, I met so many nice kids in my new school. Kids who actually cared, friends who I trusted. Those years were the best years of my life. I know I said "we gave up" but that didn't mean that we would give up on life. We gave up on trying to change the bullies, we gave up on sending non stop emails to the school, we gave up on complaining. We got a new life, I got a new life, a better life and I thank god for it every single day.

I will fight against bullying! I will fight for others who cannot fight for themselves! Let's help each other and make this world a better place and make our children feel safe in school! 

Stand up for yourselves and be who you are! Dare to be different and to stand out. 

And always remember that you are not alone.

I called the police on the kids down the street for physically attacking my child. After the incident yesterday where the parents cussed me out for going to them about the issue, I called the police when it happened today. The police came over and said "We've dealt with these kids before, I'll go have a chat with them." and THEN proceeded to tell them to "fight it out!" Doesn't that promote bullying!? WHY WOULD YOU TELL BULLIES TO FIGHT!? I am one mad mama and contacted the Mayor!

Feel free to comment on the Mayor's page https://www.facebook.com/daytonjking/posts/340820492738484

The kid talking on this video lives across the street from us, but was down the road and heard what the police said. https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=524873880971341

He came home and told me that there are 4 bully a at school. They call him names (using curse words in grade school). My son is really smart and it's easy for him to absorb the information his teacher gives them everyday. Since he gets better grades he gets bullied. He said he told the teachers and nothing was done about it. He loves to learn but how do you make your child go to school everyday when he is getting picked on?

He came home and told me that there are 4 bully a at school. They call him names (using curse words in grade school). My son is really smart and it's easy for him to absorb the information his teacher gives them everyday. Since he gets better grades he gets bullied. He said he told the teachers and nothing was done about it. He loves to learn but how do you make your child go to school everyday when he is getting picked on?

In school, I was tall, thin, had braces, loved Star Trek, (need I say more). Since kindergarten, I was the one who got bullied and did not fight back. Not because I couldn't, but I somehow knew it wasn't right. On three occasions between first and fifth grade, I hit the point of having taken enough. I had so much built up rage that I ended each episode with a single punch to the bully's lip. And, of course, I was the one getting in trouble each time. The final time, in fifth grade, the principal came around the corner just as I landed the punch. But each time, the bullying stopped for a while.

Years later (I never really planned it) I found myself as a school principal. I worked for private schools, but I still had to follow their procedures. I frequently had office visits from the victims who were caught fighting back. I would start by telling them that, yes, they are still "in trouble" for fighting, but then I'd ask, "Was it worth it?" The automatic, knee-jerk response was to tell me, the principal, "No, I won't do it again." Then I clarified, "No, I mean it. Was it worth it? Do you think he'll stop bullying you now?" The student would then get an uncontrollable smile and then would really consider the question.

I took the extra time to explain that fighting is still breaking the rules, but that there comes a time when a person has to make a decision. Life is not always fair. Don't make me a promise you can't keep. You may need to break the rules again. Consider both the consequences of action and of inaction. When you reach the point that the consequences of action aren't' much worse than your current situation, action becomes worth it. So make it count. (Of course, I'm only talking about fist fights without weapons.)

Decades later, I now own the private school (grades 6-12), and I keep it small so there is no bullying at all. The worst rules offences usually have to do with cell phones. There has never been a real fight. I provide secret scholarship funds to help parents of bullied kids to join us here to experience what school really should be. There is zero tolerance for it. 

Now I am the one in charge. Watch out bullies!

I remember, 5 years ago, I was what people would call a fat boy. Every other children were beating me and shouting "fat" at me. I was so sad I got in a deep depression, and ate almost nothing for one year. I got from 198 lbs by 4'2" and now i'm  127lbs by 5'7" and I always feel the need to be reassured about my body and I always go to the people with the same issues that I had, and help them.

My story isn't pretty but there's a silver lining.  I guess you could say it started far back after my parents divorced when I was about 5 or 6.  Now my mom had held onto us for a little while during the proceedings and a short while after that, but couldn't maintain the house and my dad didn't have a suitable place yet so we were sent to foster care where I had been forced to eat manure, stuffed in a pillow case and thrown down a set of stairs, and harassed countless times.  My dad finally took me and my siblings and we moved to Martin street on Roseville where my dad met a lady named Melissa.  He had asked us, us being me and my siblings, if it was okay if he married her and we said yes but we were children, what did we know?  Things were fine when I moved to Southgate in third grade.  Then in fifth grade, I started being called names by my siblings and my Stepmother, Melissa.  Things like "The Red headed Stepchild (Even though my hair isn't red), or "The Wind", or "Wimpy" were common names.  But it wasn't just there; in 6th grade I had my head smashed into a locker and was harassed daily.  I managed to find solice in JROTC in Junior High, But I faced it countless times in high school.  I was even stabbed multiple times.

Hi, my name is Uzochi and I was a victim of verbal, physical, and cyber bullying. The shocking thing is I thought bullying was irrelevant in my life, but it sure was a wake up call. It all started when I went to another school in 2nd grade. I was new and wanted to fit in, so I became friends with the "popular group". I was also friends with another girl who the popular group did not like. They would gossip about this innocent girl and even tell me that she was gossiping about me too. I believed them. In 5th grade, I had had enough of this never-ending drama, in which I was in the middle of. I felt like I had to choose a side and picked the popular one, which is a mistake I regret today. I left my best friend and even started picking on her myself, which is another mistake I regret. Then, in middle school it was a whole different ball game. Everyone changed in maturity and my friend whom I left was now friends with another girl my friends did not like. The two of them become some type of power duo and my friend, who was the leader of the popular group did not like it. She felt like she was losing power. While this was happening, I began to feel relieved that she moved on and was finding herself. By the beginning of 7th grade, I felt like I was losing my friends. They would pay attention to my ex-friend's business and occasionally went to her when I wasn't being fun to hang out with anymore. My ex-friend noticed this and I sensed that she became the new me. My friends replaced me with my ex-friend. My world was crumbling apart, but I was determined to put the pieces back together. The next day, I asked my good friend what I should do. She said to confront the problem, so I got EVERYONE in the situation in a little meeting. I said that I was feeling left out and that I was upset that everyone was not hanging out with me anymore. My friends said that I was the bad one, that I made problems myself, and that I was a bitch. I was hurt. Then I asked my ex-friend if what she supposedly said about me in 2nd grade was true. She denied them. Then my popular friends said that I was the one who started those rumors, when we both know that it was them. My friends had turned into my enemies. I was alone and had absolutely nobody. As the year passed by, they would call me a bitch, dumb, big head, loner, and many other names that are too hard to recall since there were so many. The leader of their group started threatening to push me or hurt me in a physical way. I held my head high and acted as if nothing they'd say could hurt me. That only made them more determined to bring me down, so they would post things about me on facebook, instagram, and ask.FM. Many other random people joined in bullying me and I became the most not liked girl in school for no reason exactly. I cried myself to sleep every night and felt nauseous when it was time to go to school. I would panic and have so many anxiety attacks that I had to go to the doctor multiple. I couldn't eat and my grades that were once As went to Bs and Cs. I was depressed and couldn't take it anymore. I did have suicidal thoughts and thought about running away but I knew that wouldn't solve anything. I talked to my parents and other adults who I trusted, which really helped. I then had the courage to go to the principal. She took care of it and made a public voicing saying that they do not tolerate bullying at the school and she also said that a bully is a hurt person. Afterwards everyone came to my defense and I now have fun and humorous friends who help me when I'm sad. I was becoming myself again. I realized that not everyone is going to like you and there will be bullies where ever you go in life. You can be the reddest, ripest apple and there will still be someone out there who hates apples. You just have to focus on the people who actually matter because those are the people who are worth your time and worry. Stand up to bullies because a bully is nothing more than a coward.

Hello, I'm Nikita. I lived in Queensland, Australia when my bullying started. It started in year eight when I was 13 years old. After breaking up with a guy I had been with for a very long time, I started getting bullied because ei had "broken his heart." I was called many different names and my friends turned against me.I started getting involved with the wrong people, i became addicted to drugs and drinking. I dated the wrong guys, I met the wrong people. I skipped school to avoid getting bullied. When I did go to school, my 'friends' would all say I was a looser and I had nothing to live for anymore. I lost all my self conference and I became very depressed. I soon managed to get another boyfriend a couple months later, I got hated apon because it was the wrong thing to do when I had broken someone else heart. I would get pushed against walls, punched, kicked, verbally abused. I was harrased on social media. I lost hope. I became a " self harmer" or how they would put it. I became an "attention seeker". One day I had enough, I stayed home from school and I was in bed on Facebook. I got these message from these girls from my school, saying I was nothing and should end myself. That if I ever came back to school, they would kill me with they're bear hands. I was called names over and over. So, I Gave up, I wrote a letter and posted it on facebook, and found some pills. But just before I could take them my mother came home and found me sitting on my bed crying and said that my grandad mother had called. When my farther got home from work, when went in to my school. My parents spoke to every teacher they could. My school did nothing. As I was walking to my car from the office a group of people came up to me and started pushing me around, I lost it. U went off and tarting hitting this girl, a year 10 and 11 had to pull me away. After I got home my grandmother booked me tickets to go to New Zealand for a while. I didn't have a return ticket. I left the next day. I was there for a month, when I got home I still refused to go near the school I went to, my mother changed my school. I still got bullied, but for no reason, you see I was always told t be myself,but thats the thing that people didn't like. I was strong g enough to be who I am so they put me down and it worked. I started changing who I was. But nothing helped. I was still bullied. I later on got a 16 year old boyfriend, he was a nice respectful guy and both my parents liked him. But then my parents decided that it wasn't working it between them and that they were breaking up, this time me by suprisr and I was destroyed. But my boyfriend was there for me the whole time, my parents were letting him stay the nights to make sure I was okay and that I didn't try anything. He was with me 24\7. His parents loved me, they said I was getting him out of his bad habits. You see he smoked and did drugs. Drunk a lot as well. I was bbringing him away from that and getting him back into school, he thought I was only doing it so he could have more time with me, but really I was doing it so he could look after me in school. After my dad had moved out of our house, my mother decide she was going to movie to new Zealand and my dad was going to stay in Australia. It was my choice what I did. I picked to stay with my dad and my mum was very angry. The choice was taken from me and I was moving with my mum. My parents and I were fighting every night and my boyfriend was there, he would pick me up and take me away. Literally. After a few weeks I was leaving. My boyfriend and I broke up and I was gone, I was in new zrealand , new house, new room, new school, new life. I now live in Auckland New Zealand. I'm in my top class for the grade. And I'm getting straight A's. I still have no friends, I still get bullied. I still have depression. And I want to move back to Australia. Suicide is never the answer no matter what happens. Takes stand. Stand up. Be who you wanna be! Not who anyone else wants you to be. Bulling isn't right,so stop it. Help yourself, before you help others because if ythey see you are not strong enough, they will think they aren't either. I'm here for anyone. I may only be 14 years old. But I know what things are like. I see how they effect people. I am strong. And so are you!

Hello!

My name is Meghan. I am 13 years old, and I am a victim of bullying.

In my first 5 years in school (including kindergarten) I wasn't bullied much. Just the normal things that most elementary school kids say. It didn't get to me. Until 5th grade. That's when it started getting bad. I was constantly picked on for being over weight, ugly, stupid, ignorant, poor, and it hurt. So what did I do? Started my very first addiction. Self-harm. It didn't start out too bad. Just some scissor scratches. Nothing big. Then 6th grade. Even more bullying for being stupid, dull, emo, fat. Then I got my first boyfriend. SLUT. I never kissed him, or even really touched him. We hugged, but that was mostly it. And I got called slut, bitch, whore. Which led to even more self-harm.

Last year, 7th grade. Nothing changed really. But the severity got much, much worse for me. In November of 2013, I was put in the hospital for my self-harm by my school because I was called up to the office for someone asking for a blade and putting my schedule up, so they thought it was me. They checked me and found a lot of cuts with a bit of scarring over them. They almost labelled me crazy and put me in an Asylum, but lucky for me, they just gave me some suggested therapists and let me go. 

Now I'm going into 8th grade. My last year in Middle School. Then onto High School. Then college and I'm through. I still self-harm. But, I'm trying to get better.

My advice to you is:

• Tell somebody, that's a mistake I made, and now I'm in really deep. 
• Don't start hurting yourself, it's just like alcohol or drugs, once you start, you almost never stop.
• Write, draw, listen to music, do something to take your mind off of the negative thoughts you're having. It will help you think of better things to do.
• Don't give a bother what anyone says about you, or don't let it get to you, because it can potentially save your life if you don't.
• It gets better. It's so cliche, but honestly, it does. It might take a long time, but it does. When you find the right person, song, band, or whatever, keep that in mind. I know I've found the best girlfriend in the world, and she is helping me so much. You could find someone or something like that and it can save you from the hell you're experiencing.

I love you all. You can make it through. Be safe, lovelies. <3