No, I was never bullied. Having been born without the ability to back down and a well hidden but deep down anger through school, people quickly learned to leave me alone.
I was the champion of the outcasts though. Where we hung out at lunch, I later learned was called the Island of Misfit Toys.
The stutterer - Everyone picked on him until our junior year when he finally gave into my nagging and went out for the football team. Hard to pick on someone when you see him crush really big guys on a weekly basis. If they would have only known he was the most gentle person in the world, except...
The obese guy - Everyone called him Dolly. I moved to WV when I was twelve and they were calling him that then. I asked his older brother, who I played football with and was very thin, what happened. Three escaped convicts had broken into their home, shot and killed their father, shot and left for dead their older brother, threw the two of them into the trunk of their car with their mother and drove through three states before finally getting caught. He didn't talk to anyone more than he had to after that and ate everything in site. Thing is, everyone in the county knew this except me, and still they picked on him.
The girl who's breasts were overdeveloped way too early - She had her first breast reduction at the age of seventeen and still had to wear a brace to stand upright.
The guy with two extra pinky fingers instead of thumbs - Mousy little guy, but my God could he play the drums!
The tall thin guy - Almost 7' tall when he graduated and only weighed 165 lbs. Every called him Lurch.
People can be more cruel than I ever thought possible. Even though I know now that they tear others down in order to build themselves up, and it's all based on fear, I still sometimes wonder if the human race is worth saving.
Then I remember my older brother. When I was 5 we had worked in the garden all morning one Saturday morning. My grandmother gave us 25 cents for our hard work, so we walked three miles that afternoon to get a ice cream cone at a little country store. The door got hung up on the way out and I dropped my cone. He just handed me his cone and started walking home. I remember thinking as we shared his Ice cream on the way home,"I have the best big brother in the world."
We are no longer on the Island of Misfit Toys, we are now in the Town of Heart Hurt Girls. We can no longer hope things will be be better when we grow up. We ARE up. Whether older or younger we have many big sisters here who will share our pain.

Smile and the world smiles with you. If they don't, to hell with them!