My name is Sadie,

I am 16 years old, and I currently attend Lakeshore Catholic High school.

I have created this website because I feel that it is important for all students and adults to know and understand that being Bullied isn’t something that is supposed to happen.  I created this because when I was in elementary school I was bullied. I didn’t tell anyone, and I didn’t want to anyone to know. I thought that it was my fault, that I was bringing all the bullying upon myself.  This is what most people feel when they arte being bullied. This isn’t true. Being bullied isn’t your fault, most people who are the named the bully, is because that person was most likely bullied before, he/she started bullying you.  Most people don’t understand that, you can’t control what the bully says or what the bully does. The only thing that you can do is get help, and stop the bully before something goes wrong.

This website isn’t going to take the bully away, but it is going to help you be more informed with what others have done, and what is out there to help you get through whatever is going on in your life.

It is important that people read my story, and share there own.  All bullying isn’t all the same; it has its own unique way of hurting you, emotionally, mentally, and physically.  Everyone who is been bullied or is the one bullying doesn’t understand that this is wrong; they don’t think about the effects of the future, they just think about what to say next.  You who are being bullied just thinks about what is going to happen next, and what tomorrow is going to bring.  Bullying isn’t apart of school, it isn’t apart of social life, it is wrong, and hurtful. 

Stories like mine should be shared, some are worse and some not as bad, but bullying is bullying and we have to make a stand!

This is my story:

When I was in grade 3, I was a very outspoken person, and I liked to say what was on my mine.  This one day, after school I attended dance class like I normally did.  This unfortunate day, we were dancing with partners and I was partnered with a girl that always called me fat.  We started to dance and then the teacher had to leave for a second and my partner came up to me and said “I don’t think you should dance anymore, look at you legs, you are so fat!”  I didn’t say anything; I just tried not to cry in front of everyone. When the teacher came back I said I had to go to the bathroom and I ran upstairs in the studio and cried. 
            When I got I told my mom and dad that I didn’t want to dance anymore, and they didn’t understand why I didn’t want to. I told them I wasn’t that good and I didn’t like it anymore, but they still made me go. 

The next day at school, I didn’t talk to anyone I was afraid of what they would say, since some of the girls I danced with went to the same elementary school as me.  After that one time, that girl called me fat I thought it was true. I cried everyday when I came home from school, and if I didn’t cry I was very angry. 

A couple years went by and no one said anything else.  Then when I came to grade 6, everything started again, I was called fat, and I was told I had no friends.  I knew that I didn’t have very many friends because I would come home and tell my mom and dad what I did that day at school and I would have a different group or single person of friend’s everyday.  I did have a best friend when I was in jk and she then moved away in grade 2.  I was so sad; because I knew when she left I would not know what to do.  She wasn’t the type of friend that would stand up for me, she was someone that I loved, and I could relate to. 

From the time I was in grade 6 until I graduated from elementary school I was bullied about the way I looked and the size I was.  I thought that it was my won fault and that my parents wanted me to be fat and ugly. Since that what I was told. I didn’t know why they said this to me because I thought differently.  After a while I started to agree with them and I thought that I was fat and ugly. I didn’t know what to do. I thought that if I wore makeup that it would make difference. Also I thought that not eating would make a difference.  I didn’t eat at home, in front of my parents I would just say I wasn’t hungry, or I would eat and then throw up.  But after a while I thought to myself, I only have one year left.

All through out grade school I was turned into the person I never wanted to become, I was rude, depressed, and not myself in anyway.  I didn’t listen to my parents, I didn’t tell them anything, I was empty inside. I didn’t think that anyone loved me. So I become very depressed, but know one ever knew that I was depressed because I didn’t know enough to talk to someone about my feels. 

  Once I graduated from that elementary school and came to high school I quickly realized that things here weren’t going to be the same and that I was going to be able to be come who ever I want and I am going to be able to make friends.

Since then I have been able to find myself, and realize that my parents do care and the love me.  High school changed everything for me, I am now able to tell people what I have gone through, I am able to have more self confidence then ever before.  But the best thing was about high school was that I learned that bullying is something in the past for me, and know I feel that I need to share my experience with others so that they will know that they aren’t alone and people out there, like me, do care. 

Now I know that I am who i am.  NO ONE CAN TELL ME DIFFERENT! I know that I have friends that love me. I know that my parents love me.  I know that I can make a difference. I am standing up against bullying!

The question here is:

ARE YOU?!