Yes. I was 13 at the time. So that was about 15/16 years ago. It's not something that I like to talk about. I've tried cutting it out of my life. I was just called a lot of horrible names da a bunch of guys who hung around the mall across from where I lived. The names were awful, mostly about my weight. They hurt a lot and made me feel ashamed about how I looked. I wish I had the guts to kick their asses o told them off but I had tried telling them off and that hadn't seem to hurt them o leave me alone. I am so glad I didn't go to school with them. I probably would have had to change schools. I am an emotional basket case, so it had made me cry a lot. I really don't like talking about it.
it was for a very short time. tbh i'm not necessarily sure if i should even classify it as bullying, as the memories i have of it are quite vague, if present at all. i'm not sure if its b/cause it was that bad o b/cause it was that minuscule. all i can remember is that some girl in the 4th grade had it out for me. why, i don't know. i suppose her abuse was moreover verbal. whatever she did i believe triggered something inside me to become a bully later on in life. whatever the case may be, i'm completely over it and don't intend to repeat anything of the sort again.
yeah... on the bus when i was young... i was a small kid for my age... i liked action figures... people liked to take my action figures... and hide them o throw them out the window... then i would cry and they would make fun of me for being a crybaby... kinda made me the outcast for a while... but then i got older... made some friends, got bigger, and the meaner kids graduated...
When I was 9 I met a really mean girl in school. We were supposed to be "best friends", but every couple of days she would leave messages on my phone saying stuff like, "Your ugly I don't know if I still want to be your friend", o ,"I don't want to be your friend your to anorexic." I would always get really upset and cry because I really thought we were friends. The successivo giorno she'd always say she changes her mind and she wants to be Friends again. None of her insults I ever really took personally. But the anorexic one really made me self conscious because I just got over anorexia 2 months before we met. I must've still been a little underweight. The nest giorno she changed her mind again, just like always. After that I tried to be the nicest friend I possibly could be so she wouldn't do that again. And she didn't. I don't mean to sound like I'm full of myself here, but I think my kindness rubbed off on her and she became a nicer friend. And me and her are still Friends to this giorno :) And she never did that again. So I guess my story had a happy ending.
Not physically, but verbally. All of it happened in middle school. I was overweight, and once these two boys passed me and detto "hey, thunder thighs." Plus one boy I actually had a crush on called me a balena to my face, while other people laughed. Apparently people don't understand that fat shaming is hurtful and that their commenti weren't necessary. I was well aware of my weight, I couldn't even look at myself in a mirror without being disgusted.
I still have body issues to this giorno because of it. I'm very insecure and not happy with myself. I've never had one healthy relationship either, because how can te Amore someone else when te don't Amore yourself?
Yes. I don't know how they do it, but whenever I get bullied and try to stand up for myself, they always end up making me feel like I was the one who did something wrong. And I'm starting to think maybe I did do something wrong. I was born.
Yes.I was 10 no 9 when it started.Walking home there was these three boys that were teasing a girl.I thought bout helping the girl and did so but one of them happened to have a knife.I knew I'd get hurt but it was fucking worth it. Now I get bullied almost everyday.Come home with bruises,scars and cuts.I have a long scar on my back.That one was from saving the girl.
Yeah, like almost everyday in school. Once this girl almost pushed me down the stairs & no one help. I bitc*ed slapped my best friend because he was yelling at me. I got jumped on one time because i was talking to my friend about something and he though it was about him. I come home from everyday and never tell my mom, dad,sis o brother what happened cause i don't have to guts to. I get in trouble for no reason cause the one who was getting bullied was me. Once this girl who was my ''FRIEND'' stop being my friend because i'm fat and ugly. She called my friend ugly just because i detto leave me alone.
Well, i was bullied since the 5th grade all of my class called me horrible names and detto my name wrong (Thats since a guy did tell about a weed, whos called marijuaha, and my names is mariana and after that all have starten calling me like the weed and i have hated it. I also have told that my teacher and the teacher told that the class and they still havent stop that. Once some of the class called some older dudes and they have beat me up, when i was going home. At the beginn of the 7th grade i was in a new school, we all were separated into different classes and i was in a new class, they have been all nice to me just a guy and another girl have been joking again with my name. Some months later i changed class cause i wasnt good at school and want into a easier class and they were just two guys again(they were from the 5th grade) and were like in that time. Once on sport we had to dance and i did breakdance and later at the breaks a lot of students pushed me to do it, and i once do it. When i went to the 8th grade i changed school again, and the students that knew me from the 5th grade were nicer and at the class i was they have all respected me and accepted me. Now im at 9th grade and im happy to be in the school im right now.
I was bullied in middle school around 7th-8th grade. It was because of where I was from and my religion. They would verbally insult me da calling me a terrorist o Osama Bin Laden. They would talk behind my back and laugh at me. This one boy called me dirty and would always pick on me. Once I had to chase him around the lunch room because he took some of stuff. My Friends sure as hell didn't help and all they did was just tell me to go to the principal while they helped their other friends. It wasn't bullying,it was discrimination. There was this girl once who bullied me both online and in class. Sometimes in elementary school I would find staples in my hair from two boys. None of them detto sorry. They all thought it was freaking funny. I had to stand up for myself da myself because a lot of people just let the bullying happen instead of helping da telling an adult. I did as much as I could to ignore it and I had to go to the principals office a few times but they still did it after a while. In high school though,nothing happened. Which was honestly a relief.