Comments on: A Tale of Middle School Bullying

By: Will

Will — Sat, 05 May 2012 01:52:24 +0000

not the same for boys

By: Bri

Bri — Wed, 25 Apr 2012 20:06:28 +0000

I stumbled upon this website because I found a note in a dictionary at school, I showed the site to my councilor and she has been helping me spread the word about Operation Beautiful. When she read this story she shared it adding a link and everything, and it has made a huge impact on a lot of girls and even some guys at my school. Operation Beautiful has changed the lives of a lot of students here. Thank you to everyone who has kept it living on.

By: meadow

meadow — Wed, 18 Apr 2012 17:02:37 +0000

I am in college and I came across this web site while I research “Bullying” my report for Psychology. As I read most of these horrible stories, the one thing that they all seem to have in common is-jealously. People get jealous of you for whatever the reason, good looks, smart, funny, well liked, rich,etc. Which might be why they start picking on you. I have no tolerance for bullies. I have a son who is eight years old. He is a little chunky, and very cute. Last summer we were at a community pool, and he was swimming towards the deep end, kinda hanging on to the rope, and I hear this kid, maybe 15 yrs.old say “here comes biggin”-to a couple of other kids, a boy that was around 13, and a girl around 8. And they started laughing at him. I know that he heard them, heck I did and I was on the other side of the pool. I was livid, why were they being soo mean to him? So I walked over to where they were, and my child started swimming the other way, he knew what was going to happen. I proceeded to ask them why would they want to pick on a child who was minding his own busines, and just trying to have fun in the pool? And lord knows I went on and on, everyone heard me, including the female life-guard, who couldn’t of cared a less. But to top it off, the teenager who started it, had pimples all over his face, the younger teen, was very unattractive and the 8 yr.old girl was “bigger” than my son, and I brought all of that to their attention. I remember saying to them, I m sure that all of you have been picked on, did u like it? Then their grandma came over and asked what was going on, I told her that those kids were mean, and she was trying to talk to me and I just walked away. I will always help someone who is being picked on, I wish that all of the bullies, would get a taste of their own medicine. Keyword-KARMA

By: Lori

Lori — Sun, 08 Apr 2012 19:52:24 +0000

I found this page searching for some wisdom about trying to forget the pain caused by bullies. I came upon my past bully’s facebook page. It brought back all the horrible things that they did. I didn’t get the note in the locker but instead after being out of school for 3 days I came back to “BITCH” written across the front of my locker and all my books crammed in there. I used to share lockers with several girls so the books for a class was closest to our next class. To this day, 25 years later, I have no idea what I did or why all, and I mean ALL of my friends decided to not talk to me ever again. Even my very best friend, we never spoke again. Rumor was that a guy liked me and was going to ask me to the dance, this is the same guy that my best friend liked…you get the picture. The guy never asked me, he never talked to me again either, so I can only imagine what was said to him. This one girl, the one whose page I ran across today, was the ring leader, and tried to fight me the day after I got back, you know, the whole school yard brawl behind the cafeteria. Of course I was clueless and was cornered by her, Shanna Hudgeons Hurt, I will never forget her and I don’t think I can ever forgive her. She was the biggest bully, we used to call her Shanna’s Web, because she ran a web lies just to pick on people that was the target that week. And to top it off she is a teacher now, heaven help her students.

As a teenage girl this was devastation of the worst kind, after this I got involved in the wrong crowd and dropped out of school, I used to be an A student. At least my stupidity was short lived and I got my GED a few months later and now have a masters degree, but it took a long time for my self esteem to resurface. At times I still have issues with “what did I do to deserve that and what is wrong with me’ type of thoughts. It all stems from this experience. At least I live 1000 miles away from there now. But yes I remember it like it was yesterday and the emotional pain like it was yesterday.

By: taylor v

taylor v — Sat, 31 Mar 2012 13:32:06 +0000

Hey Maya okay first off you are nit fat you never were you have a perfect figure that’s just for you you aren’t ugly you are beautiful and to admit bullying you are stronger than those people will ever be. Stop hurting yourself because whenever you are over with you don’t want your children to see those scars in the future. Seriously it may sound cheesey but tell your principal and counseler because they could get charges pressed for harrasment so they might want a clue… if you see one of those things in locker stay strong and rip it up stay strong carry on and smile

By: Megan

Megan — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 21:29:28 +0000

In fifth grade I got called pimple face. I know it doesn’t sound like that big of a deal, but I was the “new girl” and all I wanted was to be accepted by someone who was my so called friend. She was popular, atheletic….but I should’ve realized she wasn’t the nicest person in the school. She is the reason why I started wearing make-up. I thought that you know she’d accept me if you couldn’t see my blemishes. I became basically obsessive with how I looked. I wouldn’t leave my house with out wearing any foundation and the sad thing is I was only 11 years old. I always felt like crap. Then going into middle school next year was even more tough. I would put myself down by thinking in my head Megan, you’re an idiot and you’re stupid. I thought if I did that then maybe I wouldn’t be dumb or stupid. I compared myself to the mean girls in school, compared my clothes my face and well popularity. I always thought that they were prettier than me but the truth is…..everyone is beautiful and nobody should make you feel less about yourself.

By: Delilah

Delilah — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 02:06:17 +0000

Maya, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE STOP HURTING YOURSELF! You are not fat, you are not pathetic or ugly, and you are not a loser. Those girls are NOT your friends, because a friend would NEVER do something that terrible. You need to tell someone, first your parents and then the school. Those girls need to be expelled for what they have said and done to you. Just promise me you will put the screws away.

By: Maya

Maya — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 00:55:28 +0000

Something in a away similar is happening to me…Girls call me a slut and say i am worthless. My friends used to admire me for my great advice when someone would say something mean about them, but a few months ago I lost any chance of me listening to myself. They broke down my wall that surrounded me and I believed them. They would call me fat and so I would starve myself. Not only until recently did my mom find out and she wanted to help. In fact, not to long ago, I found not only a note in my locker saying how ugly and pathetic I was, but a picture to go along with it. They had taken a picture of me that we had for an art project and drew devil horns and made me look fat and ugly. To top it of, they drew a big “LOSER” at the top. I am going through a very hard part of my life, and when I got home, I cried. I cursed myself for being who I was and I felt the need to punish myself. I was so blind with hate towards myself that I grabbed a handful of screws and cut the words “failure” and “ugly” multiple times into my wrists and ankles. For some reason, I let those girls get the best of me, and it went to far. The girls next day shoved me against a wall and when I got home, I carved another word into myself: Unwanted. Everytime that they do that to me, I do something to myself and I don’t know how to stop.Wow, that felt good to get out. Any advice would be very much appreciated!

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 00:11:50 +0000

Three girls recreated the Mean Girls, one my best friend. The prank called me and my two friends every night at least three times, gossiped, turned the whole class against us, caused my friend to cut, texted me horrible things, attacked us on facebook, and made me cry everynight. This went on for four months. We came through it, and they were going to get expelled, but we told the principal to let them graduate. They never apologized, but we forgave them. This was last year. My two friends are healing from depression, and I have moved on and have never been happier in highschool.

By: Katie

Katie — Mon, 19 Sep 2011 00:23:06 +0000

I became a target for bulling in elementary school. I had ADHD and couldn’t control my anger. I hated going to school. Middle school was the worst three years of my life. The bulling was worse and I was even sexually harassed. I would pretend to be sick as many times as I could. My bullies were all guys, plus four girls. I was called so many names. Just remembering those times hurts. I entered high school and it stop. They stopped calling me names and they think that means I’ll forgive them. I will never forget what they did…
My 10th grade year I had two extremely close friends. They were sisters to me. (Being an only child they were the closest thing I had to siblings) We made another friend that was a year younger then us. This girl was loud and annoyed me a lot. At the beginning of the summer I had a fight with the new girl. I had had enough of her. My friendship with my closest friends became rocky. They still wanted to be friends with her, but I wanted nothing to do with her. My best friend since fourth grade came over and spent the night at my house. I told her that I still wanted to be her friend I just didn’t want to be friends will the new girl anymore. The day after she went home I got an offline im from her. She didn’t want to be my friend anymore. I was so confused and hurt. I texted her begging for an answer. She said her friend with me was the reason her life was messed up and she was better off without me as a friend. I was so confused and hurt. Not long after My other close friend sent me a im yelling at me for being anti-social and she didn’t need someone like me near her younger siblings. She said she was going to block me. I was hurt and mad. I had tried so many times to talk to her and she hadn’t given any effort. I deleted her fro my contacts. Some how she found out and sent me another message, saying that I was running away and I had to apologies to her and my friend since fourth grade. I closed the window and logged out and never went back to that e-mail address. I was the one that was hurting. I didn’t understand why I should apologize. I was scared to return to school that fall. I was okay. Until I saw my best friend since fourth grade with my other close friend. I was hurting, so much. When I got home I cried. I did make some new friends, but I still missed my ‘sister’. After over hearing my other close friend talking bad about my best friend since fourth grade multiple times I had had enough. I didn’t want to be her friend ever again. A little over half way through the school year I tried to contact my best friend. I got on my old e-mail and sent her a message say that I wanted my sister back. I had a class with her, but I was still afraid to talk to her. Finally in third trimester we were back to began the best of friends. A part of me was missing when we weren’t friends, but now it’s back and I never wanted to loss touch with her ever again. She was no longer friends with ether of the others. My ex-best friend knows I hate her guts and won’t sit near to me. She because the kind of person that I hate and want nothing to do with. I a now a senior in high school and still have my best friend since fourth grade, plus a friend I made last year that is so much like me it’s scary. Through all my bulling I had my best friend. I almost spent a year without her as a friend. That was the most painful time of my life.