my school life consisted of bulling i have freckles on my face. so i was called freckle face loser. i quit that public school and came to center academy for some help. note-to-self, DON'T JOIN  PUBLIC SCHOOLS

I just watched the Bully movie. I am speechless and crying... However, there is hope. I was bullied in school and even though it was hard, I thank The Lord every day that I was able to get past it. Thinking about the children that felt they had no other option than to take their own life moves me because I know that feeling too well. Today, I am a confident nursing professional, a great parent, a wonderful partner, a respected leader and most of all, a survivor of childhood bullying.

when i was a young kid i am sad to say i was a bully , i was so angry with the world and how i got dealt some pretty bad cards. My mom was a regular alcoholic and drug addict so i never really spent tim with her even though i lived with her and she kept me away from my dad for 9 years i thought god hated me and the world sucked so i acted out the wrong way i hurt people and i'm not proud of that but its made me who i am today. i was often told that i didn't have a dad because he didn't want me because i was too FAT, and i was also told that my mom was a whore and i later found out that she had resorted to prostitution for her drug habit. on my 11th birthday i finnaly saw my dad and after 2 more years of living with my mom he took me in and long story short he now has custody of me.In my 8th grade year i finally realized i had the ability to help others and maybe save lives so i started a anti bully club called BULLY BUSTERS!!!!! we went on for the course of the year and made a small but not insignificant change and im sure people saw when we posted signs up around the school that there are people who care.now i am 16 and have grown to understand that change happens with the masses sometimes with the individual but that individual always needs the first follower and that is when the action for change begins. Right now i'm helping the YMCA with helping children who couldn't otherwise afford camp and giving them the ability to come which takes them away from the bullies and the troublesome homes and gives them hope for a better world. Thanks if you have heard my story then i am happy thi website is just what people need to make a change!!!!

          I just entered second grade. It was my first time in a public school it was a turn around from what i was used to. Everyone started to pick on me because i was (still am) a little over wight or i wasn't cool enough. It was really bad but i didn't know what was coming. Iv heard of people who got so depressed because of bulling that they cut themselves or as i like to say gained battle scars. I always told myself i would never do that. Well i lied to myself i guess you can say because towards the end of my 7th grade year (2013) i started. Well i texted my friends about doing it saying i wanted to die. My older sister fount the text showed our oldest sister. I remember being woken up really early by my sister then my oldest sister giving me this lecture. Out of the whole lecture i remember her asking what if my nephew fount me dead went to wake up and fount me dead. They of course told my mom and i went to a hospital. Out of this whole thing i thought i was alone but i learnt i wasn't and never will be alone i will have someone there for me my family. If it wasn't for my sisters i don't know if id be alive today but i can tell you i thank god my sister fount the text and thank god i'm happily alive today.   

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My parents decided to move the whole family over 100 miles away from my home town when I was 6. New house, new friends, new school.   I Was about 7 when the drama started. I got my first boyfriend. When we kissed he told the teacher and I got yelled at, we broke up after that. People teased me because I wasn't from the small town. I thought they were just harmless jokes at the time but in the last year of primary school people teased me for having a boyfriend so young calling me horrible things which hurt. Being the happy bubbly kid I was at the time I laughed it off and thought no more of it. I didn't even see it as bullying at the time.

In middle school things got worse. I didn't have a boyfriend in the first year of middle school so everyone called me frigid. I felt forced to get a boyfriend so I did. His name was Luke and we dated for a week and in that week people made rumours about us. Apparently we had sex in the disabled toilets at school. This was in year 5. I laughed at them and told them it wasn't true. He broke up with me after hearing the rumour. Towards the end of year 5 I didn't wear make-up, like the others, so people called me a man. I tried so hard to fit in. This bullying carried on all the way though middle school. People were even refusing to sit next me because they didn't wanna sit next to a 'transgender' I wasn't I am a girl and always have been.  

In High school I finally realised that people had bullied me since I was younger. It was hard to except that I only had about 5 friends and that everyone else talked about me behind my back. Everything got a lot worse. I weighed 8st and was 5ft5". Yet people called me fat, a pig and a tree. At this point I was obsessed with what people thought of me and what they were saying. I stopped eating for days at a time. My weight dropped to 6st at one point. I started self harming just before my 13th birthday. I remember when my best friend found out she came to school the next day with cuts on her wrist. She kept self harming and only stopped 2 months ago. My mum found out I was self harming and phoned the school up. They spoke to me about the bullying and they helped me.I even started to gain weight and became a healthy weight again but the urge to cut was never gone however I did stop for months at a time. Everything was fine until 5 months ago when my friends started commenting on my eating saying I never stop eating and that I was getting fat. I starting dieting and lost a 1st in 2 months. I didn't stop there I starting to throw up my meals. Stuff got worse and worse. I became suicidal and my self harming got really bad. My friends still comment on my weight saying i'm fat even though I am now 7st and 5ft7". One of my friends have been trying to help me and see even got me to keep my meals down. 

I am getting help through the school for my self harm and the bullying has stopped. That is the past 14 years of my life with a couple of details missing like how my best friend no longer hangs around with me because apparently everyone I hang around with starts to self harm and she avoids me in P.E because I'm a lesbian. But that is not important right? Okay it kills me that she hates me now.

I remember the first time I was bullied - it was in sixth grade in a language arts class. We were doing peer spelling tests and everyone else had partnered up. I was too embarrassed to admit that I didn't have a partner so I was just sitting by myself taking the test. Suddenly, this girl walked in late to class and sat down across from me. She asked her friend what we were doing and when she learned that she needed a partner she looked around for someone  to partner with. It was clear that I was the only option. But right there - close enough for me to hear - she said that she wouldn't want to partner with me. Her friends all laughed and they became a threesome - leaving me still sitting alone.

Looking back, it seems so trivial but it was the first time I realized that nobody liked me and it was a stigma that I carried throughout middle school until I changed schools for high school. But this idea of nobody liking me has been something that I've been fighting against my whole life. Even now when people want to be my friends - I'm always suspicious as if they have some ulterior motive. I wish that what some mean girls had said so many years ago didn't still affect me. 

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It started young. Kids would pick on me. I can't even count the times of how many people told me to kill myself. Its not my fault i have a crackheaded mother. And a dad i dont know. I didnt ask for any of that. I cut myself hoping one day id cut to deep. I got addicted to drugs. Looked for love in negative people because i was never taught positive love. And today. I don't cut. I don't do drugs. I am the first person of nine kids and my parents to graduate high school and sign up for college. Im just trying to make it in this cruel world. It doesnt have to be...I find happiness in myself. Not other people. I have started within my school and #ProjectPostIt project. We went and posted on every locker and door. Smile, someone loves you. We've done more but thats what started it. And now we have a instagram. @someonelovesyoutoday and its all inspirational. My goal is to change the students around me so they can change the friends around them. Because in the end it's me who tells the story not the story that DEFINES me.

6th grade for a lot of people is the start of middle school and meeting new people. I thought going into 6th grade that I would meet all these new people and have a ton of new friends who would love me and invite me to parties. Little did the naïve 11 year old me know that I was going to be bullied so harshly both physically and verbally that I would contemplate suicide and develop a nasty panic disorder. In the locker room before and after gym class there was this really mean/nasty girl who would hit me with her gym lock, her heavy ugg boot, and sometimes with her hands. Also, the girl would say things to me that should have been a red flag that she did not like me. She would say she would pay for me to leave this country,  and she said I was a retard because I have ADD and I have very little strength in my hands. But the worst thing she ever said to me was that she was going to bring a gun to school and kill me if I didn't leave or die on my own. I was stupid and did not tell anyone like my parents or teachers. But on the flip side, I would be bullied in front of a group of people and nobody did anything to help me. I was an outsider. I thought about dropping out of school because it got so bad. I even thought about suicide a lot and how that would solve my problem. My panic attacks usually consisted of me telling people I was going to kill myself unless I went home to my parents, where I felt safe. The thing that saved me from ending my life at the age 12 was Lady Gaga. Even though her song Born This Way was not out at the time, Just Dance distracted me from all the horrible stuff that went on at school. Like Gaga says it will be okay when you just dance, that's what I thought. A lot of people question me when I tell them I made it through harsh bullying by myself; well there were bystanders and I was scared. Also, people question my love for Lady Gaga because they feel its weird, but wouldn't you love someone that helped save your life? When I meet Gaga one day I intend on telling her how much she means to me and how she saved me. My bullying occurred 5 years ago. I'm now 17 and a junior in high school. I spread my love and try to help others who are struggling with bullying, so they never have to be like me and go through it alone. So, remember stay strong, you're not alone, and somebody out there loves and believes in you! If you don't think so, I believe in you!

My story begins at an ordinary elementary school, I was an student in the fourth grade. Coming to a different school seemed like a great opportunity to make new friends, or acquaintances. I was horribly wrong. When I would get on the bus I would be called names, spat on, hit. Then when i would get home, I would imagine that it never had happened. Growing up I thought that it would get better, wrong again. Girls began to torment me and be abusive towards me. I'd get called "Fat, Disgusting, Worthless" and people had the NERVE to say "Kill yourself." When I began 8th grade I soon realized that those people who would act down on me were not any better than me. I begin to show mercy for those children. I honestly felt bad and they really taught me a lesson, which I still live by today, that lesson was that when people treat you, or someone you know, harshly, dont just sit there and act like nothing happened, DO SOMETHING!