Real Teens Speak Out

5th grade

It all started off about me liking a boy that one of these means girls liked… she was evil as she could be, i never knew i was being bullied till the day they called me names, it was words such as (your ugly, your fat, you should go kill yourself cause no one cares about you)
(sorry but i don’t really wanna say the whole thing cause its already upsetting me)

Feelings Remain Words are forgo

My bullying experience started when i was in year 5-6 so i was around 10-11 years old. I would be delibrately left out of groups during play time or if we had to be in pairs, i was called names such as, the girl with the big nose, frog eyes and holes in my face. At such a young age i did not understand why i was called such awful names until now.
I never spoke up about this because back then 1998-1999 there was no social media or bullying awareness. Schools may have had a bullying policy but it was not emphasized as much as it is today.
My primary school days were awful, i was almost playing by myself or i’d find a neighbour who was younger than me and played with her- i felt safe or i’d play with the ‘weirdos’ who also faced bullying. I see these people now and again passing the streets and it just makes me remember the ordeal i went through, the words are history but the feelings still remain. You will NEVER forget how someone has made you feel.
High school was awful, year 7,8,9 especially. i went to a girls school, here i dreamt of making the best of friends for life. The same happened here, i was left out, called names and made to cry and i did cry in class. I was told to my face that i smelt of bad body odour (my hygiene was not poor) and that i had a horse tail (my hair was long and thick) big eyes and often referred to as ‘Uncle Festa’s daughter from Adams Family’. I never had the urge to speak to any teachers about this as i felt that the bullies would win and i’d lose. I’d cry when i got home and be so scared to go into school the next day. Those 3 years were hell for me. Year 10-11 was when i thought God answered my prayers and he did. As you begin your GCSE’s you were told to pick your subjects and without the bullies pressuring me to pick similar subjects as them, i met my new friends. The bullies were so jealous that i found other girls who accepted me for who i was, An asian girl, with dimples, longhair and did not smell. I broke through from them and finally got my independence. College was not so bad as i also met new people but found myself a part time job so i was kept busy. University was equally ok as i decided to move out of London to start a new life and i did. Nobody new me and i felt as if i was re born. i made some life long friends. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

All in all, i felt ugly and humiliated and sad that the school and the teachers did not bat an eyelid when they saw bullying out in the open. i was not the only child to go through this. I did not grow up in a wealthy family so i was also targetted for my clothes that i wore on trips.
My words to anyone out there is, one day YOU will be FAR MORE sucessful than those bullies and you will prove them wrong along with the world. Jealousy is a disease and there is no cure- it is a battle we have to fight. YOUR LIFE IS precious and your worth more than comitting suicide. I see these girls passing me on the streets but i have my head held up high, and i am now a woman and sucessful. They look at me in great awe – they cannot believe i’ve grown up into a decent looking woman. I now understand why they were jealous of me. Dimples make girls look cuter, something men like. Long hair is something women want.. (not all) but again its a characterisric.
I keep my life private i’m not on social media because my life’s private and 1) i do not want those bullies to find me online qnd vue my pictures or what is happening with my life and 2) im just private.
I’m a Solicitor now and mature but everyone out there, my message to you is, it will get better. Hold your head up high, prove them wrong, silence is the best weapon.
I was once a city worker and tapping away on my laptop on the train until i caught someone staring in my direction i looked through the corner of my eye and it was a girl who would join in the bullying she was absolutely shocked to see me. The stare she gave, i’ll never forget. It was the stare if someone, so jealous and in disbelief.
I have not gone through detail of my bullying but one can understand the events that occured. It went on for many years and i hated school, my childhood was ruined by bullies.
Words will fade but the feelings remain..

overseas struggle

I am currently living overseas as a freshman in high school. This is my first year here and it hasn’t been easy. Over the past few weeks, I have been a main topic in many of the conversations held by the students. some right in front of me. They speak badly about me and my American friend in Spanish as if we can’t understand them. They call us white, stupid Americans, pale, and have even gone so far as to tell us to “Go back to the U.S.A where you belong.” What is supposed to be an amazing experience for me has turned into what might just be the longest year of my life where I have to sit back and just let people drag me through the mud.

Worst 2 years of high school,and still continued even when I left 😩

I was bullied for 2 years and it still continues even though I’m not at school!! I was bullied for how I looked and physically too I lost all my friends I was lonely I use to wake up dreading to go school there was this one girl who I was terrified of she was so mean. She went and got her older mates included her self and one was pulling my hair and I got punched in the mouth to the point I bled. Meanwhile a teacher stood there doing nothing just saying stop it. After she punched me I pushed her away as I was being attacked so because I pushed her i also got put in ise(detention) in the same room as her. That was the last time I went to school I missed school days ditched school by myself I ended up having a school government meeting I told them the situation they did nothing but said your parents will be charged if you don’t come in. My parents took me out of school that day, but it didn’t stop there.  It took them at least 8 months after I left school for them to stop. It’s been 2 years and more since everything it took a lot of of time for myself to heal. After the bullying mostly stoped. I had support from a councillor which helped. I’m now in a much better mental state. I can also stick up for myself!

The words that hurt

I was in fourth grade. It was time to go to lunch. I reached the cafeteria and got my food and sat down to eat I was surrounded by the ‘cool’ kids I was trying to ignore them but they started talking about me. Saying things that made me want to run out of the school they even compared me with Humpty Dumpty you know the huge egg that no one could fix that’s what I felt like…. Broken. They called me fat, the word I despise. It kept going on I went to see the counselor but it kept on going on. Now I’m in sixth grade and I started getting bullied again and being called fat, being hit physically with a ball by a boy. The thing is he meant to hurt my feelings. Next time I won’t let him push me around like that, I will fight back even if it means that I might get suspended I won’t let him treat me like a piece of dirt. Thanks for listening to my story. I will have hope no matter what.

The Years that are a Struggle

When I was in middle school I had been slapped and called ugly and fat. I had started to feel the effects of my Dad’s passing. All of the looks I would get at school. In my sixth grade year when I had gotten slapped the principal said to me “It sounds like you were being annoying”. Him saying that made me extremely mad because did it matter I happened to be annoying does that give someone the right to slap me? Some of it stopped in 7th grade only little remarks like “ugh she is so talentless”, I was a manager for basketball not in basketball and the girls in my school had unknowingly gave me sneers and other remarks about my size (not big). Eighth grade year was pretty bad as well I had considered Anorexia due to the constant remarks but I did not become Anorexic due to the fact that I had somewhat of a support group. The thing that had gotten me through my Eighth grade year was someone I met online who had been through the same thing and at the time she was the only one who would understand without judgement. In my freshman year I had gotten more anxious with some anxiety problems due to the bullying I faced. I had developed a slight stutter when talking because of my nervousness and my friends had started to make fun of it, which hurt. My friends could barely handle my weird personality and often blew me off for people more their speed (Popular). The bullying had stopped except for the teasing from my friends. The end of my freshman year was the hardest a guy had called me and my friend fat, we went to our Physical Education Coach and he had told our principal. The guy who said “You need to be on weight watchers” said we had insulted him which was not true it was one sided. It was two against one and the principal said “He is going to bring *enter name* in”. The guy he wanted to bring in was not around us but on the opposite team kicking at the time he said that. Out of all of my years getting bullied this year is the worst. I am not fully over my Grandma’s death, my friend had told me she was going to kill herself then did not talk to me for a week because she was mad that I told my counselor, my dad’s death is affecting me a lot more than other years, and the homework is a lot. All of this stress is extremely hard to deal with and I don’t know how I am making it through although I am. If you see this I hope you do not go through the same thing I am and if you do I am extremely sorry for you and there is always someone to talk to.

Hello, everyone! For the purposes of protecting the identities of those who will be mentioned in this narrative story, I will be using false names.
A few years ago, I had temporarily traveled to another country for the summertime, and attended a sports camp there. Usually, I would describe myself as a joyous, bubbly, and sometimes downright crazy chatterbox who simply wishes to enjoy life to the fullest. However, I may have let my self constraints slip far too much – and it therefore lead to the following events.
I had been standing in the hallway outside of locker area, waiting for the group leaders with a few other campers. The camp was very enjoyable for me, and I had been chattering away with my immense loud mouth when suddenly, one of the campers, who I will give the name L, shouted from inside the locker room – “To be honest, I think that (my name) is such an obnoxious FREAK!!! No offense to (my name), but I absolutely hate that idiot!!!” It was then when someone else, who I will call A, replied – “Oh no, she is a whole lot worse than that!!! (my name)’s mouth is so fat that I bet that I could shove a dinosaur’s head through it and she couldn’t care less.” At that point, I was completely shocked by the situation – why would I have any means to offend them? Did I deserve any of this, if not all? Yet even I knew that my big fat mouth was just as they described….tears began to press outward behind my tightly pressed eyes as I pretended to proceed towards the water fountain at the other end of the hall, so that I would not become the focus of stares. Before I could take a single step forwards, came more voices from the locker area. “You know what, let’s all confront her on the last day for being that annoying little weirdo she is….I’ve only been here for three days and now I want to leave this place all because of her!!!” yelled a girl, who I’ll call M. I had taken enough of this. Those people would never know, but I had heard every minor detail of conversation. As they kept ranting on about me, tear streaked and red faced, in a sudden burst of pain and anger, I dashed up to the locker room door, pinned down the password, and slammed inside. “There she comes.” said L, rolling her eyes. “The great pain.”
“Fools”. I said, eyeing every single person in the room, people who I had once befriended and trusted, but now I knew where colder and more ignorant than one could ever be. “Such ignorant fools. You don’t know anything, do you?”
But that wasn’t all. i should have known better.

The effect of my past

I’m a High School student now. I live in South East Asia. I was bullied when I was 3 y.o. and until I was at Junior High School. I don’t really know why they did those. Honestly, when I was about 6y.o. I changed, like.. I was brave to fight them back. But… every time I tried to tell someone, parent, teacher… they just look down about that and the worst they turned that to be my fault, they blamed me. They assumed that I did something wrong first so they bullied me. As I grew up, I wondered that people in this country never take it as serious thing. I feel disappointed sometimes to know that. But whatever have been done in my past also give effects to me. I don’t really know how to tell this… I have been bullied, been lied, been threatened, and some. I feel lonely for sure. But the effects just getting worse. I started to feel like afraid to have a trust even with my family (I thought it’s like first step of pistanthrophobia) , I feel uncomfortable at school, public places that noisy, crowded. I started afraid, feel uncomfortable and not like everything about social (social phobia?). I feel like I wish I die, but I’m afraid about the death, also the life. I’m afraid both of life or death. And I feel I have bipolar problem too, cause I changed drastically. Nowadays, I feel like half die or life. I don’t have any feeling, chill. I’m about more mindless too. I even don’t make any expression in my face, no smile or tear. Like really all empty. I do want to be happy. I try to find a reason to still passionately stay alive, and I found it. It’s my dream, but again people like make it break. They against it. I’m confusing what to do. One of my reasons about the dream is for run away and  to live alone, I mean the new life without know anyone. Well, I don’t tell that reason to anyone, I just keep it by myself. I keep avoiding to take photo with whoever it is. I keep look on me in the picture if I forced to take it. I don’t know, I always think that I’m fat enough. It leads me to bulimia and anorexia. I feel my life really complete. I have depression, eating disorders, psychological problems and phobias. I don’t know anymore. Can I just keep going on my dream, the path I want to go through? I’m tired. To be honest, I can tell I’m already ill, but I’m always pretend like nothing happened, like I’m fine even I messing all inside. I feel like… I’m done. Sorry if I tell too much. I’ve never really had someone to talk to, no one care, seriously.

The worst two years of my life

It all started when I started high school before that I had always been popular with everyone, could just talk to anyone. But when I started high school everything changed nearly all my friends left me or started calling me names and stuff like that but the next year I was put into a class were I had hardly any friends so the bullying got worse I was threatened, mocked and sexually harassed. Then three quarters of the year had gone by and my best friends told me I could not be part of there group, I spent the rest of the year lost. My school did very little to help me. Luckily I’ve found new friends and the bullying has decreased to a point were it’s only small remarks.

WORST YEARS OF MIDDLE SCHOOL

So when i was in 4th grade i lived in kentucky we wore uniforms at my school no bully reports where everybody was nice.Until i moved to texas and everybody knew who was popular K, A and A they were called popular girls of the school i always mined my own business but there were some girls N and A there were not the popular girls but they were friends with them. they were really mean they were jealous because k had a crush on a boy and he liked me so she got jealous. then I made some friends K and P they were twins and there was also a nice boy M. K told me not to hang around him because he ate erasers and dirty paper toilet wipes so i stopped hanging with him. well when the year got more of work K and N stopped being mean so that year was over in 5th grade was okay until the end of the year the girls where mean to me again because of a girl and she said that i was gonna fight the other girl and i never said i was gonna fight k and she got mad and told all my best friends not to hang with me so they stopped. and they talked about me. that year was bad kind of.in 6th grade i was so scared on the first day of school because of the bully’s and they kicked me and slapped me and talked me and said i wore baby clothes and i was flat a boy started liking me and they told him that i wore baby clothes and i was ugly and flat and my nose was big 🙁 so i had band the girls and the boy in band but not the girl that had made it all up about me which was K they were nice to me so i started liking a football player at my school and we had a bullying assembly and all of it stopped P.S. if your are mean or bullying some one pls stop what if the person your bullying is gonna cause someone to self-harm.