Being Bullied

Being Bullied

Hi my name is Helen Mary Bradley I am 19 years of age from Dromina, Co. Cork and I attend at Training course I would like to share my story to you and im hoping the bullies will read it too. When I was young I attended a National School in my local area and [...]

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Evolution

Evolution

We smiled. We were becoming big kids now. We played around and tease each other. Nothing bothered us. We were young, playful, and ignorant. Full of happiness an excitement. We drank up those feelings. Now we know we’re the cool kids. Some of us still hang out together. I still get teased. I was content. I [...]

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~:- My Story-:~

~:- My Story-:~

Hello! My name is Jamison! Well, my story begins back in 4th grade. Up till then I was never bullied. I needed braces, cause I had crooked teeth. So people in my class started calling me “Crooked teeth”. It was about 3 people doing it. But I just ignored them. Soon this guy, I won’t [...]

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This is My Story

This is My Story

Before you read this I want you to know that this story is real. I do not do not approve of violence with the exception that it is only used as a means of self-defence and as a last resort. With this in mind, my story begins like this. I was bullied for 12 years; [...]

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Breaking Free and Creating Awareness

Breaking Free and Creating Awareness

In middle school groups of 15-20 people would crowd around me in the gym after lunch and threaten to beat me up. After a couple of months of this I didn’t want to go to lunch because I was afraid of what might happen afterwards. They would call me names too. When I was working [...]

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On The Edge

On The Edge

Discomfort and agony, She walks the corridors, Wondering what new things she’ll learn about herself today, She’s hurting so why does it have to be this way? Will she go home sobbing just as the day before? It’s not much longer she can endure this, That’s for sure. She sits in the bathroom stall, Gawking [...]

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Why Bake A Differnce?

Why Bake A Differnce?

Sweet Ambrosia Bakeshoppe is a family owned, small local business. Ashlee and I began Kim and Ashlee’s Cakes & Cookies as a hobby in 2003. We loved any and everything cake and cookies. We talked, breathed, and dreamt cake. In 2009, we were finally able to turn our dream into a reality. Never having any [...]

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Life Without An Eating Disorder

Life Without An Eating Disorder

Hi, My name is Megan. I was bullied for years. I was called “fat ass”, “thunder thighs”, “flappy arms”. I felt fat when I was in elementary school. I was told I talked too much, and then I was told I was too shy. I was told I didn’t wear enough make-up, then I was [...]

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Overcoming Hardships

Overcoming Hardships

Well I have always been bullied. It started in middle school when I started playing sports because I love to play them. I had to wear shorts well for most people that isn’t a problem but for me it was. See I have red hair and blue eyes which means I have very white skin [...]

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Deadly Words

Deadly Words

I was born in a New York amish, military town. I moved around then to Utah when I was three. I attended a privet pre-school then went to elementry. By the end of pre-K my dad had left for Iraq. I started going down hill from there. I was 7 and very mature. other than [...]

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Nose

Nose

I was bullied ever since I was a little girl. My dad is Mexican and Lebanese, and my mother is Italian  What does that leave me with? Yup, you guessed it: a big nose. I was tormented for it ever since I was little. People used to call me ugly all the time, even close family friends comment [...]

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Worthless?

Worthless?

I was bullied from 3rd grade and am still bullied today. A girl always told me I was fat (when I was the average weight), ugly, not worth the live I was given and almost homeless. (which was ironic because she lives in my neighborhood) I cried every night. I still do sometimes. Finally, I [...]

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