Today, I witnessed a tremendous social injustice. There were kids at my school who were pushing each other into a wall and calling each other [censored]. While they did not target me personally, I was offended to the point of crying and trembling. I was too afraid to just say something, so I told my math teacher what happened. She sent the kids to the principal's office and thanked me for letting her know. Meanwhile, I did what I always do when I witness an injustice: I write about it. I then proceeded to write an essay on how some people who are LGBTQ have made huge differences in the universe and space-time continuum, such as comic Ellen DeGeneres and former First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt, among others. And that's not even counting all of the LGBTQ everyday heroes we encounter in our lives--teachers, doctors, writers, and activists--who touch the world in inspirational, meaningful ways and make us think twice with their unique perspectives.

And that's why people shouldn't call each other [censored].

 

*after I posted this, I regretted my choice of language and apologize for using profane terms in this essay. I am 13 years old and I didn't know just how offensive this language could be. I will make a new post and not use profane and offensive language. I will be more sensitive with my choice of language after this.*

I had gone to an online school and loved it but I needed more help so I had to go to a public school which was cool because I would make even more friends but to my surprise there was a girl who hated me just because I wanted to be everyone's friend even for the disabled, I really didn't care but day's went on and all she wanted to destroy me by having everyone at lunch call me Gay briel..it hurt so much I started my own Bully Project and I still feel Awesome!

The title says it all. I was once that bully that you or others have come across. I would pick on others, call them names, but never physically hurt anyone. However, the things I may have said probably did just as much damage. Do I regret it? With every little part of me, this is a time I am most ashamed of. To this date, even now as I'm typing this, I am ashamed and if I could, I would take everything I ever said or did to hurt anyone back. My name is Luis Diaz and if you where once a victim of my wrong doings, I sincerely apologize. I am no longer and never will be the way I was before. Again, I am deeply sorry for what I did. No one deserves to be bullied.

That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day." ~Charles Dickens Such is how I view my journey toward being a personal trainer and bodybuilder with CMT.  My first memory of CMT was being in a dark room with metal rods attached to my body. It felt like a nightmare. Every so often I was shocked with electricity. It terrified me. When I related this memory to my mother she explained this was the way they tested for my condition. After that the first thought I had every day is that I was not like other kids. It still is among the first thoughts I have upon rising in the morning. I wore leg braces for most of grade school so my feet would grow straight; at least that’s what I was told. I felt different. Other kids noticed I wore braces. They constantly teased me, kicked me, pushed me, and called me names. I remember they stuffed me into a locker. One time they took turns tossing me against a wall. I begged them to stop. The more I asked them to stop the more they laughed at me.  I started to believe that something was wrong with me. School was torture and home life was not any better. I became a Ward of the State of California at the age of 15. When I was 18 I met the woman who is now my wife. We got along really well. She comes from a very tight family of ten. When they met me they let me stay with them. They loved me like I never was loved before. People closest to me often told me maybe I should not have kids because they would be different too. I'm happy to say I have two wonderful kids who are completely healthy. I became a trainer after being a banker for six years. My wife introduced me to effective exercise and it piqued my interest because it seemed to help my condition. I then pursed helping others to change their lives through good nutrition and exercise. I love my job because it feels exciting and rewarding. It is indeed my passion!! Right now I am getting ready for the Mr Natural Olympia competition in the physically challenged division, which takes place on November 8, 2013. My biggest accomplishment to date has been overcoming my own thoughts and past.  Truthfully, life is too short to do what doesn’t make you smile.

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I was in 1st grade when I first known "bully". I have seen my classmates bullying my other classmates. I want to help my poor classmate, but my friend said to me "Don't do anything, or else they will do the same to you" so fear took over me. One day, my classmates did something to my friend, so I got angry. I wanted to help her, but she gave me a look like she's saying "dont help me". So her new things just got wasted. I think overnight at what happened at school. Why the teachers aren't doing something? Where are the guards? Why are they doing this? Many questions I want ask. So the next day, I stood up to my classmates who has been bullied. I didn't mind them saying names at me, because I was tall and big back then. I want to protect my friends from them, so I always stood up from them. Once I fought back, but its only a push because I'm big and they're scared. Things change when I come in 2nd Grade. People always look at me in a weird way, my old friends aren't my friends anymore, I've lost weigh but gotten taller. They said I'm a giant, they always call me names. But whatever happens, I always look down and wish I've become invisible in their eyes. When I entered 3rd Grade, I've earn my confidence. I'm so big and all, they still call me names, but I've earn some friends. I always walk up to somebody and introduce myself. I've become humorous and noisy. Even though I have a hard time through in school, I don't mind. I grown up and become mature. No more backing, no more stopping. But I always got into a fight, but that's ok. I helped the ones who had been bullied and become friends with them, because I know how they feel to be alone and have no friends. I've become famous in school. They always greet me whenever they saw me, and that's cool! In 4th Grade, I have a classmate names Rosalyn, she was special but she's ok to learn with us. Kids bullied her a lot, I have to say sometimes I call her names too because she's too close to me and its irritating. But when I studied her all day, I feel sorry for her. We've become friends and I heard some bad things happened to her. So, now I always stood up to the ones who has been bullied and been lonely. I know how it feels to be bullied, but let me give you some advice: Don't ever let fear took over you. Help someone when its needed, dont be afraid of whats gonna happen. Be afraid when they continue to do this and many of your friends will be hurt. Help the world to prevent bullying in your school or community. It will start with YOU. Be happy, be brave and be bless because I bet there are worst things happenings to a kid EVERY MINUTE around the world. Thank you for reading, have a nice day

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  5/26, 10:11am

  Jessi Mae Bussler

  My name is Jessi, and I wanted to share my story:

  All my life I have been bullied for everything from my weight to the fact that I'm bisexual. If they could bully me about it, they did.

  And it wasn't just others, it was my own mother and stepfather at times.

  I have struggled with weight problems my entire life. Most of it is genetic and chemical/hormone problems. I can't help the fact I'm overweight. I try my hardest to lose weight, but most of the time it doesn't work.

  Its been hard. I've been through periods that I was bullied so bad that that I wanted to kill myself. I even tried a few times. I ended up having to transfer schools in the middle of my senior year of high school because the bullying was so bad that almost everyday after school I would come home, go to my room, and cry.

  Sometimes it seemed like nothing would ever get better.

  But it did.

  Sure, I still get comments about my weight. Its unavoidable, its just the way people are. But I've learned that I am who I am. No one else's opinion should matter. Granted, I still struggle and put myself down occasionally, but I'm getting better. And I'm happy.

  Right now I'm engaged to the man of my dreams, and can finally let myself enjoy life.

  So to every person out there, it DOES get better. Don't let people get to you. You're beautiful just the way you are, and you don't have to change to please anyone. Just keep on being who you are. You do ANYTHING you set your mind to. Don't let what people say stop you from doing what you want to do.

  And remember: Bullies only go after those who they are jealous of. Keep on being awesome!

  Lots of love from someone who understands.

  -Jessi

I was 12 at the time the bullying started. In middle school and afraid. I got teased everyday for what I wore and my weight. I was called porky, fatass, slut, the usual. I was a cutter, bulimic, I've actually considered suicide a couple of times. I talked to councilers and all they did was try to make us talk it out. That never stopped them from calling me names and pushing me down. I told my mom and she just told me to go talk to the counciler. Obviously that didn't work out. Things got worse over the year and the main girl that bullied me punched me. It started a fight and everyone was just recording, no one was trying to stop it. The securities that were supposed to be there had somehow dissapeared. When the principal talked to me he told me it was my fault. That i had urged her to do it to me. He was planning on suspending me because there was a rumor i started the fight. I went home that day to find the video all over the internet. My dad took it to the principal and was shocked he asked me why i never said anything and I told him I did. All he did was talk to the girl, suspended her for 2 days and the bullying began again. I had to be pulled out of school because of all the bad things going on. No one should ever go through such a thing. We need to make a difference. The schools never want to be involved and it's about time for a change. We need to speak up and be heard!

When I first moved into my town, I was bullied. This is no exaggeration. The only thing most of these kids knew about me was my name. Apparently that is all a bully needs to bully you. A title given to you to add a little more individuality. They would punch me, trip me, call me names. And the worst thing was this was at a daycare. For me, daycares were always a mandatory h*ll hole. Because my mother had to work to feed the family, daycares were always something I had to attend. At daycares, the "teachers" were basically there for one reason; to prevent murder. Otherwise, you were on your own. I went to daycare until I was 12. I was always teased about going because in my town, I'm one of the families whose parents are divorced and my over protective mother needed me somewhere I would be safe. But the thing is I wasn't safe. Once, I got so abused that a teacher actually noticed [which took a lot of tears and punches]. The way the problem was resolved was simply by saying "boys will be boys". That is the most ******** excuse anyone could give. Oh, so since we are boys, we can bully each other? And make each other want to jump off a cliff? I also remember another time when I was pushed up against a wall by a boy three years older than me. When a teacher walked by all she said was " is everything ok?" The boy said yes and walked off and that was that. I have also been punched in the face, kicked in multiple places, harassed, and generally abused. And the more I would just take it the more they would hurt me so one day I had enough and I punched back. And you know what? He just punched back until we got into a fight. The fight occurred right in front of a teacher but she did nothing. Thats when I realized that I can't always rely on teachers. So that is when I went to my mother and moved daycares. But the bullying didn't stop. It's like wherever I went they knew somehow I was the one they could bully. And you know what the solution was for me? I just took it. And eventually the bullies became too old to go to the daycare and I was the oldest. Sometimes only time can save someone. All you have to do is be patient.

My story is nothing special. I live in a richer town and go to a school that is considered one of the best middle schools in my state. We constantly have assemblies that teach us not to bully. Bullies are punished swiftly. However, this is only with proof. The last time I told someone of my problem, it was handled but couldn't be handled completely because I had no proof anything happened. What am I supposed to do wear a camera on my head? Of course there were plenty of witnesses to what happened, they just wouldn't say anything. After all the kid who did it is equivalent to a gangster in our school. He bullied me to the point where I thought of harming myself. But then I realized, what would this do? After I did this, the problem would still be out there and he would just make other kids miserable. He doesn't care if you hurt yourself. He encourages you to. He wants you to. So then I considered harming him and making him pay, but like my parents always taught me, S.T.A.R. or stop, think, act, review. This basically taught me not to do anything I would later regret. So I thought, if I hurt him I would probably go to a juvenile center. All this would do is throw away my life. And again he would win. He would be considered the victim and now I'm the bully. So I decided to make a difference in different ways. Small things like standing up to him and helping other people he has hurt. And you know what? If he stays this way, I would not be surprised if he ended up in prison. And then, maybe then, will he realize what he is doing.