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		<title>By: Megan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Megan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 21:29:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In fifth grade I got called pimple face. I know it doesn&#039;t sound like that big of a deal, but I was the &quot;new girl&quot; and all I wanted was to be accepted by someone who was my so called friend. She was popular, atheletic....but I should&#039;ve realized she wasn&#039;t the nicest person in the school. She is the reason why I started wearing make-up. I thought that you know she&#039;d accept me if you couldn&#039;t see my blemishes. I became basically obsessive with how I looked. I wouldn&#039;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&#039;re an idiot and you&#039;re stupid. I thought if I did that then maybe I wouldn&#039;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.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In fifth grade I got called pimple face. I know it doesn&#8217;t sound like that big of a deal, but I was the &#8220;new girl&#8221; and all I wanted was to be accepted by someone who was my so called friend. She was popular, atheletic&#8230;.but I should&#8217;ve realized she wasn&#8217;t the nicest person in the school. She is the reason why I started wearing make-up. I thought that you know she&#8217;d accept me if you couldn&#8217;t see my blemishes. I became basically obsessive with how I looked. I wouldn&#8217;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&#8217;re an idiot and you&#8217;re stupid. I thought if I did that then maybe I wouldn&#8217;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&#8230;..everyone is beautiful and nobody should make you feel less about yourself.</p>
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		<title>By: Delilah</title>
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		<dc:creator>Delilah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 02:06:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>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.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>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.</p>
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		<title>By: Maya</title>
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		<dc:creator>Maya</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 00:55:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>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 &quot;LOSER&quot; 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 &quot;failure&quot; and &quot;ugly&quot; 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&#039;t know how to stop.Wow, that felt good to get out. Any advice would be very much appreciated!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Something in a away similar is happening to me&#8230;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 &#8220;LOSER&#8221; 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 &#8220;failure&#8221; and &#8220;ugly&#8221; 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&#8217;t know how to stop.Wow, that felt good to get out. Any advice would be very much appreciated!</p>
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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
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		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 00:11:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>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.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>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.</p>
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		<title>By: Katie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Katie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 00:23:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I became a target for bulling in elementary school. I had ADHD and couldn&#039;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&#039;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&#039;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&#039;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&#039;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&#039;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&#039;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 &#039;sister&#039;. After over hearing my other close friend talking bad about my best friend since fourth grade multiple times I had had enough. I didn&#039;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&#039;t friends, but now it&#039;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&#039;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&#039;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.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I became a target for bulling in elementary school. I had ADHD and couldn&#8217;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&#8217;ll forgive them. I will never forget what they did&#8230;<br />
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&#8217;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&#8217;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&#8217;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&#8217;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&#8217;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 &#8216;sister&#8217;. After over hearing my other close friend talking bad about my best friend since fourth grade multiple times I had had enough. I didn&#8217;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&#8217;t friends, but now it&#8217;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&#8217;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&#8217;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.</p>
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		<title>By: Mellie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mellie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2011 19:29:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you for posting this.  I am in my 30&#039;s, but was bullied during junior high and high school.  I was overweight, and was the target of many different people.  Each day brought something new, and there were many days when I couldn&#039;t force myself to go to school.  I missed a LOT of school because of it.  I knew then that the people doing the bullying had their own issues, but it didn&#039;t make it any easier to deal with.  The memories have stuck with me all these days, and I would love for someone from back then to say sorry.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for posting this.  I am in my 30&#8242;s, but was bullied during junior high and high school.  I was overweight, and was the target of many different people.  Each day brought something new, and there were many days when I couldn&#8217;t force myself to go to school.  I missed a LOT of school because of it.  I knew then that the people doing the bullying had their own issues, but it didn&#8217;t make it any easier to deal with.  The memories have stuck with me all these days, and I would love for someone from back then to say sorry.</p>
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		<title>By: Caitlin</title>
		<link>http://operationbeautiful.com/a-tale-of-middle-school-bullying/comment-page-1/#comment-21063</link>
		<dc:creator>Caitlin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Aug 2011 21:26:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>If you regret your behavior, I think you should write them a note or email and say that you&#039;re sorry - it shows a lot of STRENGTH and BEAUTY that you could do that!  It&#039;s so powerful to ask for forgiveness.  It will mean a lot to them - and to you, too.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If you regret your behavior, I think you should write them a note or email and say that you&#8217;re sorry &#8211; it shows a lot of STRENGTH and BEAUTY that you could do that!  It&#8217;s so powerful to ask for forgiveness.  It will mean a lot to them &#8211; and to you, too.</p>
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		<title>By: Somebody</title>
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		<dc:creator>Somebody</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Aug 2011 20:10:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was actually a bully a while back, but the story starts in 5th grade. I was part of a friendship with 4 other girls, and we had so much fun together.We said we were BFFEs, best friends forever and ever. Then in sixth grade, I met some other girls who were in my class, and they were, to be honest, more popular, prettier, taller, more athletic, gossiped more, and were downright mean to other people. But not me, because I had become their &quot;friend&quot;. The worst thing was that I abandoned my other friends, and even pretended that I barely knew them. That was the worst, and when I did it I didnt even know why. My two new &#039;friends&#039; didnt like them, so I did it without even thinking.  Then at the end of last year (I was finishing 8th grade) one of the girls in my group signed my yearbook. Our relationship isnt what it was, and we both seem to act like it never existed. Both of us have new friends now. But what she wrote was &quot;Have a good summer! -(name) BFFE?&quot; That hurt. I never thought about anybody but myself through all of that, and I cant believe that I never thought that I had hurt them.  I was stupid, and now I know that I was probably the most evil girl ever to them. I wish I could say sorry to them, but I dont know how. I know they remember it, but i am scared to bring it up. Can you guys help me?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was actually a bully a while back, but the story starts in 5th grade. I was part of a friendship with 4 other girls, and we had so much fun together.We said we were BFFEs, best friends forever and ever. Then in sixth grade, I met some other girls who were in my class, and they were, to be honest, more popular, prettier, taller, more athletic, gossiped more, and were downright mean to other people. But not me, because I had become their &#8220;friend&#8221;. The worst thing was that I abandoned my other friends, and even pretended that I barely knew them. That was the worst, and when I did it I didnt even know why. My two new &#8216;friends&#8217; didnt like them, so I did it without even thinking.  Then at the end of last year (I was finishing 8th grade) one of the girls in my group signed my yearbook. Our relationship isnt what it was, and we both seem to act like it never existed. Both of us have new friends now. But what she wrote was &#8220;Have a good summer! -(name) BFFE?&#8221; That hurt. I never thought about anybody but myself through all of that, and I cant believe that I never thought that I had hurt them.  I was stupid, and now I know that I was probably the most evil girl ever to them. I wish I could say sorry to them, but I dont know how. I know they remember it, but i am scared to bring it up. Can you guys help me?</p>
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		<title>By: Taylor</title>
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		<dc:creator>Taylor</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2011 01:59:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Actually just last year I was bullied. I was in 7th grade, now I&#039;m in 8th. I was sitting with my friend Bianca and we were talking and she gave me a pack of gum. Her &quot;friend&quot; Tiffany came up to her and asked her for a piece. She said ask Taylor. So Tiffany asked me and I laughed and said no. It was obvoious that we werent friends. Then she told me I had no friends. I just laughed and said that I have many friends. Then she told me to name them. I did. Biggest mistake. Every person I named she said that they werent friends with me. I do have friends. I am nice. I am pretty. She had no reason to bully me. I bothered me somewhat. SO i just thought that she only did that to boost her self confidence. So that made me feel better.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Actually just last year I was bullied. I was in 7th grade, now I&#8217;m in 8th. I was sitting with my friend Bianca and we were talking and she gave me a pack of gum. Her &#8220;friend&#8221; Tiffany came up to her and asked her for a piece. She said ask Taylor. So Tiffany asked me and I laughed and said no. It was obvoious that we werent friends. Then she told me I had no friends. I just laughed and said that I have many friends. Then she told me to name them. I did. Biggest mistake. Every person I named she said that they werent friends with me. I do have friends. I am nice. I am pretty. She had no reason to bully me. I bothered me somewhat. SO i just thought that she only did that to boost her self confidence. So that made me feel better.</p>
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		<title>By: Caitlin</title>
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		<dc:creator>Caitlin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2011 08:47:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>YOU ARE WONDERFUL.  You are worth it and these silly bullies are NOT.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>YOU ARE WONDERFUL.  You are worth it and these silly bullies are NOT.</p>
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