Real Teens Speak Out

BULLYING IS NEVER OK

It is back from the time in 7th grade when my classfellows used to bully my friend who was a little overweight. Although she was more than enough to defend her skin from those bullies but I never restrained to defend my friend. She was constantly bullied throughout middle school. This went so extreme that she used not to eat for days just to lose weight while I and my other friends explained her that starving isnt the solution but fighting those bullies back is one gem of a solution. Moreover, in heavy winters she used not to wear an overcoat or a jacket just because it fueled to her bulky appearance. Now we have grown older but still are good friends, and she has overcome all those negative things she was tortured about but sometimes she blurts out how hurt she is because of all those 2 years of constant bullying which mark a severe demise of her self confidence and communication skills. I feel sorry for my friend. I regret why we didn’t report to a head teacher or so. However, I am proud that she was self sufficient in front of those bullies but I am happy too to maintain the law of friendship of loyalty to defend her at her back when people made negative comments about my friend.
This is to all the bullying victims out there that be confident about your skin and never let anyone judge because its not the outer you that matters but its the inner you that has this spark. Never let the real and inner you die because of people who are blind to the wonders that a single you can make. Their judgement is not even worth a hear so why make it a cause of your life and death.

Friend turned Bully

When I was a kid, I knew a person that I was good friends with through fourth grade. Then in fifth grade, he started bullying me for no reason. He made fun of me, made fun of things I like, pushed me into walls, and a lot more. Luckily, I have better friends than he ever was to help me throughout his torment. I just want everyone to know that things can get better. You can rise above it, like a phoenix from the ashes.

Escaping Reality

When I was a kindergarten student, I was a sensitive person. In my country, we call it “pikon”. Because of me being “pikon”, I was the target of emotional bullying. It became a lot worse when I reached grade school, when I started getting introverted. My only escape from the pain was every dismissal time, the time I could go to the library, take a book and sit down and let my imagination fly like a bird. I once had a “friend” that was actually a bully. He called me “weak baby” everytime we meet, so I keep on avoiding him until he left school. Since then, I became a little bit irritable and depressed. When I went to grade five, The library was renovating and didn’t open untill the second semester. I was getting more pressured and depressed untill I found one more escape from reality. I found out that I was actually good in drawing. I kept on doodling what was in my mind, even it made a few issues with my studies.But I managed. And I survived. When I went to middle school, there were a few students I could lean on to. One was my partner in my feild trip. The other was an older student who also was part of the same club. I am currently in middle school, and I am getting stronger knowing I am not alone. And if in case I am, there will be that door to the world of my imagination, where I can be accepted by anyone there.

Bitter or better

I was bullied horrifically throughout 5th and sixth grade. My best friend’s mother was a lunch lady at school. One day, the lunch lady decided she didn’t like me . She told her (only child) daughter to unfriend me and to have all the other girls in our clique unfriend me. Only one girl stood by me. My friend Anna. In sixth grade the school principal separated Anna and I because it wasn’t fair to Anna to have to constantly defend me. Without any friends and without Anna, I was an easy target for the entire class. I was verbally abused by the girls and physically abused by a boy who felt he could beat me up everyday and get away with it because I was a nothing. I’m a grandmother now, and I have a good life, but I’ve struggled with low self esteem for 40 years as a result of the bullying I received in sixth grade. There was NO bullying awareness 40 years ago, my parents called the school constantly in vain. The principal blamed me . Here’s what I wish I knew back in the day:
-you are not what has happened to you, you choose who you want to become
– doubt behave or become a victim, you’re a survivor, this is just something that happened to you
-you have a choice to become bitter or better ( I chose the latter)
– you’re not the only one, bullying happens to millions of children and adults all over the world
– ITS NOT YOUR FAULT, you will overcome this
– if you hate them back, they’ve won
Forgive ( for your sake, mot the bully’s sake)

Bullied For Being Me

Latley I have been getting bullied, sadly. Worst part is, I’m being bullied for being me. I told a close friend something, but little did we know that some one at the other side of the lunch table was listening to our convestation. Sadly this kid decided to start gossip about me. A few days later the whole middle school knew about me, and there was non-stop bullying. Moral of the story is to be careful who knows about…. Well…. Anything you could get bullied for.

Throughout life, we come across people who we just aren’t meant to be friends with, yet sometimes those people turn out to be the ones we were closest to. It was the middle of my junior year in high school and my world felt like it was crashing down. Yes, my grades were good but my social life was crumbling. I was being bullied. A guy—one of my closest friends—became my worst enemy in the blink of an eye. He had been dating my best friend and there was constant competition for her attention which resulted in us not getting along in the end.
While bullying was never something I thought I’d have to deal with, my life slowly began to revolve around it. The aches, the pains, the tears, the fears; I hoped to just wish it all away, but I couldn’t. It was my reality. The aches of anxiety of stepping into school every day to the pain of knowing I’d never be enough was all too real to overcome. The tears shed over my incapability to be happy led to my fears of never living my life as the person I so desperately wanted to be. I had no words, no words for how he was making me feel, and no words for the failures I had yet to accept. It was all just the way things were, and I couldn’t help but think that I had gone too far into the depths of my brain, and I couldn’t contain the thought of never being able to get out. I despised him with every inch of my body and the sound of his name filled me with anger. I wish he knew what it was like to be torn apart for who you are, to wish you never even made it this far, and to no longer be able to find anything worth living for. I was hopeless. I was depressed. I was angry, and I was broken. I had absolutely no idea what to do with my life at this point, it felt worthless and it felt stupid. Ultimately, he took away my confidence and I didn’t want to speak to or be around anyone; I was tired of being judged and for all I knew, any of my close friends could turn on me. However, this is not a story about deepening myself into the depths of self-hate, but more importantly a story about prevailing over all of those negative feelings and starting anew.
I gathered up all the strength I didn’t know I had and climbed out slowly but surely and stole my confidence back from him; it wasn’t easy and it didn’t all happen overnight but I did all I could to remove myself from such a negative part of my life. I decided, for myself, that I needed to go see someone because I was not going to be able to get through the bullying all by myself as much as I had wanted to. I found a therapist who set up the healing process in such a way that I was pretty much on my own using “tools” she had taught me, to change the negative thoughts I was thinking. While therapy was very frustrating for me at times, I kept my patience and changed my thoughts to positive ones that were uplifting and didn’t make me feel as though I needed to please anyone around me. I was changing for myself, not for him. I was tired of feeling depressed and down on myself so I knew I needed to improve upon certain aspects of my life. I started viewing my critical thoughts as passing clouds in the sky; I’d acknowledge them but just watch them fly on by. I knew that I didn’t need to make everyone happy because that is just not going to happen. All that mattered was that I was happy with myself. There was a change in my attitude and I became overjoyed at the fact that I had bounced back in a way I didn’t know I could. I finally loved myself and realized a lot of positive qualities about myself like my humor and my willingness to be there for any and every one of my friends. Surprisingly, in the end, I can’t sit here and tell anyone that I hate that young man, but that I wouldn’t change what happened for anything in the world. He not only helped me realize the person I am and who I am meant to be but strengthened the bond that I shared with my best friend. So thanks to that guy, thank you for making me a better person and helping me to realize all the negativity I needed to relinquish in my life.

why….why….why…..

so this all started when I was 13, I was welcoming a new girl to the school and everyone hated her then……..one day she turned against me………..on the Friday when I came in as I was of on the Wednesday and Thursday she wouldn’t speak to me we had a massive argument and we never spoke again she has tried to humiliate me in front of everyone she has tried to get people to jump me and tried to make me want to live this world……..then one day my nan keeps me of school as she has been noticing a pattern when I have came in (feeling down) then I burst into tears and tell her EVERYTHING she tells me this will soon be sorted it is still continuing at the moment but I have hope I am really close to my nan so I believe her always remember
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Having my cousins back

NEVER BE AFRAID TO SPEAK UP FOR YOURSELF OR SOMEONE IN NEED OF HELP. BE THE DIFFERENCE, MAKE THE DIFFERENCE. This is YOUR LIFE, not THEIRS. YOU are STRONGER than you think you are! I love to help people and give out the best advice I can. Don’t let someone else tear you down! You know why? Because you are better, and you are greater. Obviously there’s something about you they find very intimidating and they can’t handle the fact that you have something they don’t.

My Story

All my life, I’ve never had a real friend. I had a really close friend in 5th grade finally. After 5 grade was over, she started hanging out with other people and eventually we stopped talking to each other. She went to a different school to be with her new friends. In 7th grade, my school that I had been at for my entire life, closed down. I had to go to a new school for 8th grade. 8th grade was the worst year of school that i’ve ever had. I was an easy target since nobody knew me. I had very few friends. The guys kept teasing me because they didn’t know me. After i graduated 8th grade, I moved on to the high school side of my school, with all girls. I thought all girls would be better, since the guys teased me. Well, i thought wrong. The new girls, that didn’t come from the elementary side, bully me because I’m obsessed with Pretty Little Liars. I started reading the books during class and one girl laughed at me.  I really wanted to scream “leave me alone” or “just shut up.” All the girls pick on me because of my interests. Because of all of this, I’m afraid to go to school and I always stay alone at lunch or any other free time at school. I always feel so alone at school. I try to talk to the other girls but they just ignore me.

everyone attacks me

okay so I always was a kid that everyone was against for some reason. I still am. I’m 13 years old and I have no one to talk to. People always call me fat . Those who were my friends eventually hate me and then they tell my other friends that I’m evil or something and spread rumors. I try to be nice to everyone. I great everyone with a smile. When I finally build up my self esteem someone insults me or attacks me and lowers it again. I only want to make people happy. I fricking cry everyday because of how fricking naive I am. I just want someone to talk to. I used to have someone to talk to but for now I’m not able to talk to them. I honestly only had that person I could trust but now I have no one. Someone please be nice to me. Someone protect me when you see that others are mean to me. When people see that people are mean to me they don’t want to defend me because they don’t want to get into a fight with them. Those who said they would defend me just chicken out at the last moment when I was defending them and then I got into a fight with them. How stupid could I be to forgive someone over and over again when I knew they were trouble.