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Back when I was in like third grade it was hard, and especially since I didn’t know how to multiply. I usually cried a lot so I was an easy target for bullying. This class was really rude sometimes, if you wore anything girly you would spend your school free time in the corner of the room alone. I was also called fat and ugly, this shows that anyone is capable of being a bully. Sometimes it is for a reason so you should never bully back, and maybe you should think about what may be going on in their life, but never ever change yourself just because someone doesn’t like you. Be who you want to be and tell an adult if you are a victim of bullying, don’t make the mistake I made letting myself be bullied.
Hi, I’m in 7th grade and about to go into 8th. It’s been really fun but I had one thing that made me wanna end it. It is a kid named A. He has really turned me down and has even made me lose a lot of my popularity. He would even tell me to “Get lost fatty, no one likes u and will NEVER like you! Most times i normally cry myself to sleep. PLEASE STOP!
when i was in 5th grade i was bullied i was called fat, ugly , slow , and lots more i was depressed no one helped me even though i helped them then one day i was getting bullied and a kid came up and said stop and i was happy me and them are best friends now and my bullies are still in 5th because they failed in the staar test. you can help someone too. 🙂
This started when I was in 7th grade. I always get scared when it’s lunchtime bc there was a group of 9th grade students come to me and start to say harmful words to me and laugh (every day). Whenever I come home, I lock the room door and start crying. still there are some people that are bullying me but I should ignore them. When I remember that I start crying.
i am 14 years old and i had gone to an elementry-middle school since the 5h grade. It is a fairly small school and there was only 36 kids in my grade. From 5th-8th i was loved and treasured and had so many friends, that was until corona hit. During the protests many of them made racist jokes and i called them out on it. Since then my number and instagram has been leaked on social media, ive lost every single friend, i have become a shell of who i used to be and i am downright miserable. it got better for a while but they still talk about me almost a year later, i dont think anyone realizes the effects of cyberbullying until it happens to them.
The bullying started when i was 11 years old to around 18 years old.
The cause of the bullying was my acne due to puberty. Every day in school i was being called names and being left out because of acne. I was severely bullied by how my face looks to a point where i really felt that ending my life was the only way to stop it. During that time, many of the others did not have acne at that age, i was the only one my level having such a bad acne reaction from puberty. I was very depressed, my whole school life was affected and even my grades in school was bad. It took out all the youth i had during that age. Hearing the negative comments everyday made me brain washed into thinking that i was really ugly and worthless. There was nothing much i could do as the acne was due to hormones and it is natural, it will only go away with age. All i did was doctors after doctors, medication, creams and more creams. It only got better when i was 18, that i took a very high intensive medication to stop the acne. It got better with time, my confidence and self esteem increased slowly. All the hurt was still in me and til today i still have some self esteem issues. I hope that nobody has to go through what i did and that schools will strengthen their disciple towards bullying. Every one should know that acne is a part of growing up and nature, there is nothing to be ashamed about it. Do not ever let any one take away the confidence in you and always remember to love yourself no matter what.
My worst bully came around when I was 9 years old. She was very mean, very self absorbed and cocky. She didn’t like me at all because of my physical appearance, and the way I dressed. She would constantly slap me, kick me, call me names, call me ugly, and just be very very mean. She hated me from day one, and not for a good reason. However one incident she took way too far. I was in 6th grade, and I was eating lunch in the bathroom with my two friends, she came in, used the bathroom, saw me and my friends then yanked on my ponytail and kicked me in the head. I didn’t defend myself, then she pushed me, and I got up, and shoved her back. We started to fight, and well, I lost. She finally left when I smacked my head on the tile wall. My ‘FRIENDS’ didn’t even do anything to stop it. That’s when I feel like my old happy self was just…gone. I used to be a very happy, fun loving, goofy, chill kid, then…after 8 years of not letting bullying get to me, it got to me. I became very isolated, very cold, and scared. I also struggled academically. I passed by the skin of my teeth, but next year….the bullying got so bad that I couldn’t handle it anymore, and I FINALLY spoke up, but…the school didn’t do anything. Then, when highschool came around…I finally was free from that one particular bully, but…several more came along, and that’s when the fights starting coming, the bullying about what I ate, and overall anything about me. Then…in the middle of Sophomore year, the corona hit…and honestly that saved my life. I was seriously in a bad spot and I finally got away from those bullies. Now, I am a Junior, but…I still suffer daily from Depression, PTSD, Anxiety, Self Esteem issues, confidence issues, troubles accepting myself, and fear in general. I believe I will recover, but it’s going to take a lot of time. Do not let bullying get you down like it did to me. It’s very hard, but if I can do it, one who’s socially weak, then you can do it to!
I was in year five when this happened. I had been bullied on and off throughout my school life by a few select people, but didn’t think much of it. so long as i stayed in my friend group i was fine. It started with me being excluded from games that they were playing. I wasn’t allowed to join in and was called gross, awkward weird etc. It eventually got to the point where they would spread rumors about me and hit me and throw pebbles at me. The school did nothing, except for when i hit back, then i was put in several anger management groups and therapy, and went from that weird one to the crazy psychopath that’ll kill you if you make eye contact. This went on till year eight where i lost all my friends, spent my lunches locked in a cubicle or the library, and had to move schools. To this day i still feel the effects of those rumors.
I’ve been bullied a ton as a kid, probably starting from the first grade for multiple reasons such as my ethnicity, my physical appearance, the food I eat, the way I talk, etc. People found anything to criticize about. I never had friends or people to talk to, because the only form of social interaction was the harmful words that came out from my peers. I never realized how insecure I’ve become since then until I was in the 7th grade and developed a severe anxiety disorder and depression. Even up to now, nothing has changed about my mental illnesses but it really sucked that some people had to make my childhood environment so painful. Things add up bit by bit, you don’t realize it but eventually, it piles up to a point that it breaks you apart. I’m about to graduate high school and I sometimes think about how different I could have been if some people didn’t bully/harass me for me just being myself back then. Giving some advice, especially to the younger ones out there: if you really think someone is being targeted for bullying, I sincerely ask you to do anything to help them because they might just need emotional support.
It started all from when I was younger, I used to be more funny, more chill and goofy, until the bullying started to happen, people walked over me and started to call me names, I was struggling in school and i was pushed to work harder. I had a crush on this one girl but she hated me because I was annoying, and when I was in 8th grade, I had a whole bunch of stress, which led to me breaking down crying, then years later I had friends leave me and others hurting me. Everyone thought of me as a creep.