Bullied literally throughout my entire school career, lived under parents who unknowingly put down everything I cared about, bullied in college, and to top it all off, I spent 4 years in an abusive relationship.......and people wonder why I have trust issues and anxiety. But looking on the bright side, I'm going to work hard at being the best girl I can be so I can rise above all of that. That and all of those years taught me how to not be a prick. XD

I personally believe that no matter how bad the things that happen to us may be. Everything we experience in this life continues to shape us into who we are. Yes it hurts, yes it can be unbearable, and yes it can certainly make you want to just give up and throw it all away, but if we didn't live under such strong flames and such crushing pressure, we poor pieces of coal would never become the diamonds that shine through the sand around us.

Quote from: danielle28 on February 18, 2014, 06:03:51 PM
I'm wondering how many of my fellow sisters were a bullied growing up? I was bullied and made fun of constantly growing up.  I was made fun of for having breasts that were bigger than some of the girls. Kids constantly made fun of me and told me I should be wearing a bra. So one day I went out and bought one and  I couldn't believe it that it fit.  I guessed the size perfectly. Maybe they were right. I bought a dress and it fit . I found peace and happiness because i was that little girl who needed a bra and dress. I loved wearing them. I loved feeling so feminine and free. I just did not realize it at the time. I was definitely transgender long before grade school  I knew at probably 4 years old that I was different. It took me along time to heal from all the horrible things that happened.  I am well on my way now to being me with no masks.Hugs Danielle

I understand where you are coming from Danielle.  I had breasts as a young teen too (MAAB).  I guess I was lucky in that by the time I was a freshman in high school, I was about 5' 10" and strong.

In my day, we showered after P.E. or athletic practices.  When a chirpy little sophomore tried to make fun of me the first week, and even poked my tit, I decked him, and sent him sprawling naked over the locker room bench.  No one messed with me after that.  Of course, I had about 4" and 40 lbs on him.

I was sweating bullets because I thought I was going to get into so much trouble.

I was bullied like it was our national sport. Then in 9th grade I snapped and attacked one of my tormenters and gave him a concussion that put him in the hospital for three days. No one bothered me after that or friended me either. I just did my own thing until graduation.

I didn't come out till after high school to my childhood and best friend. But before that I probably would have been bullied if I came out considering where I used to go to school. I wouldn't have been able to go unnoticed because of my over achieving sporting background with a good academic record and the fact that my group of friends and myself were the group everyone liked but no one hated for some reason. Well on the positive side of things, I can easily defend myself from people trying to physically harm me.

Haha, oh yeah. Never for anything trans related though.... I was always just the quiet easy target. Something I've come to realize though, in my ripe ol age of 23... The ones who bullied me were usually the ones worse off in their lives. Their home lives probably sucked, possibly being "bullied" themselves. So what else do you turn to? and their opportunities were most likely severely stunted. I'm a live and let live kind of person, and I have no qualms with anyone who has in the past bullied me or in the future bullies me. I've learned to embrace being weird and different, because it makes me happy and I don't really care what others think about the odd things I like or am or do. Words from the jealous and unhappy that are meant to put you down; They are words. Nothing more. Period. No matter how bad they sound. And you know? It took me a while to understand that. But I'm here. I'm relatively happy. And I've forgiven those that bullied me, past or future.
Sorry for the mini rant, though. Bullying has always been a touchy topic xD

Bullying made my life hell at school,I was a quiet timid kid with no friends(til they learned I could get served alcohol at 15).Up til age 13 I just tried to make it look like I was fighting so I could get my ass kicking over and done with quickly.I picked up some tips from a friend's older brother(I hung about with the outcast kids then,the ginger kid,the fat one,the one who stammered etc) and learned how to throw my weight behind a punch,how to stand side on so as to become less of a target and the like.I started fighting back and winning,I got into a ton of fights aged 14, my Dad offered me £5 if I could go a week without fighting,knowing it was a safe bet(£5 was quite a sum of money in 1972).
I kicked ass on our year's bully in front of the school one day,he swore revenge and I gave him a bloody nose at rugby on my 15th birthday.I got away with that but him and 2 of his goons beat the snot out of me in the locker room after the game.The PE teacher found me and asked who did it,told me they would pay for it and told me I was different to other boys and that was why I was picked on.I wasn't a rat,told him I would be OK and sort it out myself.Over the next 3 weeks I tracked them down and when they were alone I handed back the biggest ass kicking in their lives.Bullying wrecked my education,I couldn't wait to get out of school.Most of the scumbags who bullied me are dead,in jail or live in the bus station drinking metal polish!

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! 

Not much, despite going to a boys' school where there was often some severe bullying. In part I learned how to make myself 'invisible' plus I was surrounded by kids who were likely to be targets before me (mostly gay or mega nerds). Being one of the tallest kids at school probably helped...

I also cultivated friendships of sorts with a couple of tough kids, not bullies themselves but they moved in those circles. Probably helped deflect attention when they were looking for targets.

My gawd, we've got some bad-ass bitches on this site.  I thought I was the only one.

Yes. I was quiet, shy, and often withdrawn into the worlds of my daydreams. Almost always picked last for any team. When my teammates were frustrated at lack of athletic ability and coordination they would yell or mock me... and I would cry, earning the name crybaby early on. Halfway through kindergarten my parents already had me seeing the school psychologist on a daily basis. Kids in grade school and even my neighborhood growing up treated me like crap. I did make some friends but they often moved away, leaving me alone once more. Fortunately I made some good friends in the 7th grade and we stuck together in our little group all through high school. We were all a little nerdy and outcast in ways. We did some fun and stupid ->-bleeped-<- together. Those guys probably saved my life.


I'm curious, has anyone else watched the video "To this Day" by Shane Koyczan? It's all about being bullied, standing up to it, and realizing the beauty within. If you haven't watched it, I urge you to do so now:

Why is it that anybody with a sensative nature is instantly picked on no matter how you try to hide away in the background and try to dissappear from view.we do not want to be noticed but always are .Bullies seem to be able to see deep into your soul and see whatever you are trying to keep hidden and pick on you anyhow .I have been bullied all my life at school in the army in the workspace ..All I want is to be left alone and ignored but they will not allow it I have tried fitting in and doing all the things that are expected of Me but am never able to compete being small weak and bespectacled .Even in the army when I got fit and was as strong as most other people I was still targetted .I went drinking with them acted there way (or so I thought) but still could not fit in .What is it about us that they can instantly see that gives us away .I wish I knew LOL

What, no one will admit to being a bully themselves?

Yes, I was bullied for being shy and sensitive, for being pudgy and thus boobs.  Once puberty started, got into trouble for attacking tormentors.

It's messed up.  In HS, we had so many kids that some of the nerds became bully nerds that bullied the other nerds.  That was my crew.  We weren't too bad and we targeted each other too.

I was bullied from age 8 into my high school years. I carry many emotional scars.

I was not gender variant per se when I was young. The bullying more had to do with being a bit of a loner and being socially clueless. Wherever I went - summer camp, a new school, even the kids who gathered when my family went to the beach - kids seemed to figure out I was vulnerable and pick on me.

I left childhood feeling that there must be something about me that made me intrinsically unlikable and was obviously to everyone who saw me. I still carry that feeling with me today.

Quote from: suzifrommd on February 19, 2014, 05:20:52 AM
I was bullied from age 8 into my high school years. I carry many emotional scars.
I left childhood feeling that there must be something about me that made me intrinsically unlikable and was obviously to everyone who saw me. I still carry that feeling with me today.

I have had and still do to some extent have exactly that feeling .