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  • Mishka

    All my life, people treated me different because of my skin color. Calling me names like "Chinese Chicken Nugget" or "Chopstick". I hated it, but I never showed it. I missed my parents when they called me names. I have never met my parents and I cry at night because I always thought I did something wrong. I was fat and weird and I don't know but everyone targets me. It got so bad I was ready to die. No one understood me. I felt so alone. I couldn't take it. I cut myself and I was afraid to change for gym. I got in a fight and lost my friends because I was afraid they didn't like me anymore. The fight lasted months, who I thought were my friends ditched me. Always whispering about me. Telling me they cried in front of their parents. They don't even know what it feels like. To not have your parents their for your first day of school. To meet your first friends. To hear your first words. They lived their whole lives with their parents, and I don't even know who mine are. It makes me mad when kids at my school talk about their families and I don't know who mine is. Thanks for reading this. Read more »
  • Brandy

    My first experience with being bullied was when I was in the first grade. I went to this daycare center with different age groups and I went to say hi to a couple people. After I said hi, this older kid grabbed me by my wrist and angrily shook it then slammed it down all because I said hi. I was scared for my life. Through out grade school I would come across bullies who would threaten to break my glasses, laugh at me, play cruel jokes and start rumors about me. I believed what the bullies thought of me and by the way they treated me. I felt worthless and not good enough. I would fake stomach aches so I can stay home from school. I never told my mom. I wanted to pretend everything was fine when it wasn't. It was in jr high when I would get slapped because I tried to stop someone for taking my backpack. I felt violated once again. My mom had seen it and we went straight to the principal. High school was difficult. I was the new kid hoping to be accepted by my classmates. Some of my classmates gave me a hard time and made fun of my shyness. They said, Oh I"ll just talk for you,. My message to those who are suffering is never let the bullies make you feel bad for being yourself. You are good enough, worthy enough, smart enough. You are enough. don't be afraid to ask for help. People will listen. I hear your pain and I'm on your side fighting this battle with you. You are special. Read more »
  • Kendall

    I know how it feels to be bullied. i was bullied by a boy and girl in my fifth grade class. No one knows how it feels to be depressed and have no self-esteem. i wish someone would've been there for me during that hard time. When i hit middle school - i bullied two girls. Now i know that i have to except people for being different and you can not change them. Read more »
  • Ellen

    It started my sophomore year when I was 16. I had been attending a performing arts high school, but became very sick and had to switch to a regular high school. I knew only a few people, but made friends very quickly. I started talking to a boy that was a year older than me, and that was probably the worst thing to ever happen to me. His group of friends started tweeting mean things about me, and he just stopped talking to me. Everyone kept saying that it would just blow over, but it only got worse. My closest group of friends were guys, which didn't help anything. There were rumors that I hooked up with the entire hockey team, that I had sex with 4 boys in one night, the list went on and on. Everyone called me the slut. The girls in my grade stopped talking to me, rather than sticking up for me, in fear that they would be treated the same way. I completely shut down. I didn't try in school, I didn't communicate with my parents, I didn't hang out with anyone. And from there it only got worse. People said I was a "thirsty bitch" and a "puck slut" and that I "transferred schools because I had gone through all of the guys at my old school". Then, the night before the last day of school, my school has a tradition where everyone goes out to egg each other's houses. My house was targeted by everyone. Only, they took it to the extreme. They had eggs, paintballs, and I later found out that they were planning on burning "slut" into my yard. Someone drove by and saw me outside; they called me a "f*cking slut". Then all of a sudden about 6 cars full of people pulled up to my house. Things along the lines of "let's f*ck this bitches house up" were being said. Thank God they all got scared when they saw me and my parents outside. We called the cops and the cops stayed outside my house the rest of the night to make sure they didn't come back. On the last day of school, the upperclassmen lined the sidewalks as we walked in. They cheered for everyone. And then when I walked through I got booed. The teachers outside didn't do anything. People started tweeting at me saying I was a bitch and what not. Girls were looking for me supposedly so they could start a fight with me. A total of maybe 3 people talked to me that day. I was numb. I didn't cry once that day. I didn't eat. I didn't pay attention in class. I was ready to give up. And if it weren't for the boy who came over and apologized, who is now my absolute best friend, I wouldn't be able to tell this story today. I confronted many people about everything. Some apologize, some still act like I'm worthless, and some act like it never happened. I pray to God that no one ever gets treated the way I did. That no one ever feels as worthless as I did. I'm sick of my school not doing anything. I want to help Stomp Out Bullying. Read more »
  • Goldie Merrell

    From 1st grade till I graduated high school... I was bullied. I was called terrible names, such as: untouchable, dog face, ugly duckling. You see I still have a bacteria in my body that causes cysts and boils. As a result I had them all over my face, chest, back and arms. I was called the untouchable. The last day of my Senior year of high school I was given a grocery bag full of coupons for soap and shampoo to get myself 'clean'. I never went to prom, homecoming or any high school dance. I let myself believe the names that I was called... Untouchable... I believed that long after high school. Here is thing I put my self value at those names. BUT IF YOU'RE BEING BULLIED AND BEING CALLED NAMES: DON'T BELIEVE THEM FOR A SECOND. YOU ARE WORTH SO MUCH MORE. YOU ARE A CHILD OF GOD. Believe it and know it. It took me so long to really believe that I wasn't the UNTOUCHABLE. I am amazing and I can conquer any obstacle that comes my way. If you're being bullied repeat this to yourself EVERYDAY: No matter how bad it is... Or how bad it'll get- I'M GOING TO MAKE IT. Read more »