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I’m 15 right now and I have been bullied since Grade 2. When I was little, I was bullied for not being strong and athletic. I soon got good at sports and it didn’t stop. I could make one mistake and people would use that against me. In my Grade 6 year, I started being bullied because I was short. People went along with it and all the Grade 7’s and most Grade 6’s would bully me. Last year, a kid bullied me for a reason that I don’t understand. He had help with it and his friends made everything worse. I am still being bullied to this day and can’t shake them off. I have always been a target, but I do nothing wrong to them.
I’m in the eight grade. Ever since I started middle school, I was bullied. Mainly about who i like, how I dress, how athletic I am, but mainly about my family. When I entered 7th grade, the rumors got worse. When I had my first boyfriend, people spread rumors about me that made me cry myself to sleep, and sadly, I started to self harm. I started seeing a counselor, but it still hurts that people look at me differently. My friends started talking bad about me, even my best friend started to spread rumors. My now boyfriend has been checking on me everyday. He is very caring and I love him so much. I hope everybody comes to realize that their hurtful words and actions caused a living hell in my life.
I was bullied at school and everywhere.
They called me names like sleepy, dead, mute.
The was this girl in highschool who bullied me everyday she would say to me things like “are all your family like this “why are you so sleepy” “you look dead ” “you are soulless.”
Her words hurt me badly and it didn’t stop at there, in the second year the bullying didn’t stop, my aunt’s daughter join her, they made fun of me all time long…and on top of that my history teacher bullied me too, because I don’t talk a lot she called me mute she said my name and add the word mute. after 11 years that stills hurt and it effect my whole life I just can’t forget and I can’t let go.
I am in 8th grade and I have suffered from some bullying. Rumors have swirled around about me a lot and I have been name called so often that I do not remember the last time there was a day without someone saying something to me. My big gap between my two front teeth has always been the biggest joke for the boys but for the girls, it was my outfits. Everyday boys would say how they could park these huge cars between my teeth and everyday someone asks me when I am gonna get braces. But with girls it is so much worse even though the boys are picking my biggest insecurity, the girls have made my choice of outfits my now biggest insecurity. Everyday girls tell me that I dress ugly or what I am wearing is gross. I wear jeans and do not cuff them once and they make a big deal out of it. I was wearing my mom jeans that day and did not cuff the bottom part. I did not it needed to be done because they are mom jeans and they are supposed to be like that but then came all the names. My ´friends¨ call me Bob The Builder and tell me my outfits are ´unique´ but the same friend once told me that when she thinks outfits are ugly, she calls them unique. I have this clothing app on my phone and I put something on my private snapchat story about what my style should rated out of 5 stars. Only two people answered. One rated 3 out of 5 stars and the other rated 3 out of 5 stars. I think the rest of the people on my private story did not want to be mean even though they are at school. I cry all the time. At school, at home, in the car, everywhere. My life is not the best outside of school and school has not made it any easier.
so am born cleft palate ..while growing up I had speech problems, crooked teeth (after the years I had braces to correct it) I was called ugly all the time and no one wanted to be associated with me …it was worse that at the cafeteria I was also made fun by this boy who made sure to make me feel ugly every day. In class due to my speech problem when I would answer a question the teachers took time before understanding me. While years went by I became so shy, I wouldn’t pose for photos and friendless. But now my speech has greatly improved .
At high school I was bullied every day to some degree. I was pushed, shoved, kicked and punched, made to wear gumshields straight out of other kid’s mouths, spat at and spoken to like I was nothing, all because I looked different due to a big forehead. It will always affect my confidence but I have moved on from it.
i was bullied for 5 years in primary school. thats it thats the tweet. xx
All through my elementary school life I was very social and had many friends. But then it all hit me in when middle school started. I wasn’t physically bullied or anything. But this one girl let’s call her r she ruined my life we have been friends ever since 5th grade. And she tricked me into doing things. When I didn’t do them for her she hurt me. By the end of my 6th grade year all the 7th and 8th grade girls that used to be my friends turned away from me. I am currently in 7th grade and I switched schools.
I am a teenage girl now, in middle school. I have been bullied by almost the same groups of kids my whole schooling life. I’ve cried in the bathroom, taken mental health days to get away from it, sat by myself at lunch, and lost a lot of friends along the way. I have anxiety and I’m so self conscious because of bullying and it has really affected my personality. Here’s the most recent attack that I can’t get over. I’m a dancer, so on Instagram I posted my dance pictures for the beginning of the new competition season. The next day I was at school and all day kids kept coming up to me. They were saying things like, “ugly” “double chin” “fatty” , and a “prostitute” for wearing a leotard like I was supposed to. I was crushed and so down on my self. The bullying didn’t stop there when I went home I got snapchats, text messages, and Instagram DM’s saying the same or worse things about my appearance or just because I posted something on Instagram. This really hurt and I cried when I got home, I needed people to be a friend. Like I said I’ve been dealing with bullying from 2nd grade to now and I’ve been able to get through so much. Somethings really hurt and you just can’t get over it. Bully’s don’t realize what is going on in people’s lives and they don’t understand that what they say really hurt people. They think it’s a joke or it’s funny but to say it to someone’s face is one of the worse pains in the world. I wish kids and teens didn’t have to deal with being bullied and that phones and social media would all just go away.
My school has always been the type to say they would do everything they could to prevent bullying. Tons of assembly’s about anti-bullying. But in 7th grade, I felt like I would be better off dead. This one girl and I were friends, kinda. We laughed together. But she didn’t know the limits. She started hurting me. Physically and mentally. She hit me square in the stomach one day. That’s when I realized that this wasn’t a joke to her. She kicked me. She slapped me. Left red marks on my face. She would even go as far as grabbing my hand with such a powerful grip that I couldn’t get away and she would dig three nails into my wrist, leaving a purple mark afterwards. One time I started bleeding. She left a scar there for two weeks at a time. I was upset. I didn’t know what to do. Some of my friends saw it too. But did nothing. I felt hopeless. She decided to go to our schools assistant principal and twist the story to say that I was hurting her and causing her harm. I thought that maybe this would be the way out of this by telling the assistant principal that it was the other way around. I told him about the marks on me. And I showed him the mark. And he even called in some of my friends to interview them on this. They said that it was true. I thought “yes. I will finally be free of her.”. It was a dream come true, or so I thought it would be. The assistant ended up just telling us to keep our distance. I was heartbroken. I even resorted to self harm. She got nothing for my times spent crying in the shower or random break downs. My separation from the outside world. I have a boyfriend now who is the light of my world. Always there for me. He understands me. I’m grateful. But I still want this girl to at least understand that she hurt me. Even though it’s been a while, a long time, I still remember it like it was yesterday. I don’t want this girl to die or anything. Never. But I want her to have a little understanding of what I felt like. If she has a genuine apology, I would start taking baby steps to forgiving her.