Hi Guys,
Today the blog is completing a Month!
Thank you to all who access the blog, and disseminate to all who participate in it,and I know that together we will overcome the bullying and will help many people, not just those who suffer bullying, but we also want to help people with depression,cutting , bulimia and various other problems, because Love Is Louder Than The Pressure To Be Perfect, never forget that!
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Thank you with all my heart to all of you blog readers, you can be sure that many, many months of blog has come. Thanks again!
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quarta-feira, 27 de julho de 2011
A Story of Overcoming!
Here, a story of a girl who overcame bullying and Cutting.
Hi, my story begins when I was very young when I was in kindergarten, peoplecalled me fat, whale, monster and many bad things .. i did not get to want to go toschool, did her best to stay home, and spent time there when I was 8 years I started having suicidal thoughts because I was not perfect and said that this is not my place. Everything that went wrong with me I put the blame on me and tried totake medicine to die, but nothing worked then one day I fought with my friend and I put blame on me again, that's when I started to cut all time something went wrong I thought a way out then one day I had made a cut so deep that I lost much blood,then I had to tell my mother what was happening because I could not stand it anymore so my mother led to a psychologist and thanks to it, I got over it and I could see life differently and it's like Demi said "this is something that agent has toface every day." Demi is one of my biggest divas and I admire her for what he went through, it is a very strong person.
#StayStrong
Hi, my story begins when I was very young when I was in kindergarten, peoplecalled me fat, whale, monster and many bad things .. i did not get to want to go toschool, did her best to stay home, and spent time there when I was 8 years I started having suicidal thoughts because I was not perfect and said that this is not my place. Everything that went wrong with me I put the blame on me and tried totake medicine to die, but nothing worked then one day I fought with my friend and I put blame on me again, that's when I started to cut all time something went wrong I thought a way out then one day I had made a cut so deep that I lost much blood,then I had to tell my mother what was happening because I could not stand it anymore so my mother led to a psychologist and thanks to it, I got over it and I could see life differently and it's like Demi said "this is something that agent has toface every day." Demi is one of my biggest divas and I admire her for what he went through, it is a very strong person.
#StayStrong
History of Bullying
In this post, is the story of a girl we got the team by e-mail:
Remember: Love Is Louder Than The Pressure To Be Perfect!
Bullying What happened in life and sequels that today through a lot of therapy and medicine have learned to overcome them and turn into a "positive experience" (for me).I studied the best school in my city the most expensive and well regarded, and the study was reputed to be as strong as possible.To survive there you had to be part of a standard of beauty set by the students of escola.Em a place where 99% of people have straight hair and clear to be a girl curly hair and dark skin was almost unacceptable.The attacks began with the Bullying nicknames such as "brillo" (because of my hair), "steel wool" and others of the genre.Time passed and I continued studying in the same school, the bullying would become a thing in my life when I went to the gym was where they started the humiliations without limitsSuffered racial prejudice in many situations, some I remember very well:I was twelve, and argued with a girl the same age, until one time she said:- `` Neguinha nigga, and its place in the quarter ``I felt so embarrassed by what she said, do not tell anyone because she had managed to humiliate me and let me no answer.More the worst humiliation that I lived at school, was a physical education class where I was playing volleyball, my best friend and one of the other boys in particular began ano.Um boy (middle class) to humiliate me and saying offensive phrases as:- "Back to Africa"- "How do you cross the street at night"- "Take your kids swimming in desencardir"These phrases I heard hurt more than a physical one (hurt more than a slap), the worst that the teacher responsible for the offending class he saw and did not take any action.That day I felt humiliated, embarrassed a lot (because I was in the presence of my best friend) and confused because I did not understand how a person could offend both the other just for being different.There came a time that the court of physical education began to spin and I was not able to recognize more faces and voices of people who were attacking me, it was like that time I had entered into a plastic bubble where not hear anything else and just wanted to be alone with my pain to be so ridiculed for not only being part of a standard of beauty.I tried to get help for the teacher more time to get me out of the situation he exposes even more, forcing me to stay in the game, and told me I could not do anything to help me.This teacher gave me the impression that things did on purpose to humiliate me as I put "catcher" in a game of catch-up, knowing that I did not run very well. Of course this only led to more humiliation.I told my mother that episode and she got angry, went to the school talked with the director and demanded a posture toward ocorrido.Os school before the boy's parents were called to a meeting with the board, and he had to apologize in public with me more was already too late, the consequences had been made on me.As much as my mother insisted I refused to change schools because he thought it would get around the situation alone, and had hoped one day still be accepted.Months passed and my situation with the bullying only got worse.Then I got to my Estremo completely lost my identity (the bridge does not know to describe my own character, my way of being), was complexed with my hair and my color (I thought that others would not judge me by my appearance, and who would enjoy and respect a brunette and curly hair?), my grades have fallen completely and when I came home from school just wanted to sleep (for the fact that I found in my dreams when I slept was very different from where I lived ), only felt safe when I was on my mother's side, I developed several emotional disorders such as social phobia, anxiety, and depression.Because of the embarrassing situations that I suffered in school social isolation and develop a great fear of being humiliated that he could no longer speak to other people even my name I could not answerMy parents had no idea what happened to me in school, they thought it was just jokes in bad taste, common among teenagers, the more that the thing had not taken such a large proportion.Not knowing what was happening inside the school, they started to charge me more improvements in the studies and could not stand the pressure of "pretending everything was fine," then I was sick physically, I was more than a month with fever and terrible headaches, was the medical examinations that were not discovered what I had, it was all emotional.One day I decided to open with my mother and tell her what happened, it was there that she began to seek professional help me with.More the situation was so severe that I ended up repeating a year and that changed my escola.Só marks caused by bullying and I took with me before I get over it, it was impossible to start.Just thinking about going to school my heart was racing, I was nauseated, dizzy and felt an anxiety incontrolável.Eu almost went to sleep and wondered what the night would invent an excuse to miss school the next day.It took my parents go to a psychiatrist, who prescribed me anti-depressant medication at high doses (took more than twenty pills a week) and pulled me away during that school year for treatment.To overcome the bullying I completely and can talk about without crying and feeling pain, took about three or four years.The Bullying in my life made me lose my identity and ability to live socialmente.Eu had to learn all over again as I was, what was the way I am, what I like or dislike and socializing, as I learn approach people and talk (to socialize)I am very happy today because I changed school and got new friends, I do not judge by appearance but by who I am. I learned to transform the experience of bullying in a knowledge (about me and others) and that others can accept you if you have to accept the way you are and not try to change to impress someone.Today, my friend and I made a blog "wetalkaboutbullying.blospot.com", where through my history try to help the victims of bullying and raise awareness of problem, if I was down there and got through, you too can!
# StayStrong
Remember: Love Is Louder Than The Pressure To Be Perfect!
Bullying What happened in life and sequels that today through a lot of therapy and medicine have learned to overcome them and turn into a "positive experience" (for me).I studied the best school in my city the most expensive and well regarded, and the study was reputed to be as strong as possible.To survive there you had to be part of a standard of beauty set by the students of escola.Em a place where 99% of people have straight hair and clear to be a girl curly hair and dark skin was almost unacceptable.The attacks began with the Bullying nicknames such as "brillo" (because of my hair), "steel wool" and others of the genre.Time passed and I continued studying in the same school, the bullying would become a thing in my life when I went to the gym was where they started the humiliations without limitsSuffered racial prejudice in many situations, some I remember very well:I was twelve, and argued with a girl the same age, until one time she said:- `` Neguinha nigga, and its place in the quarter ``I felt so embarrassed by what she said, do not tell anyone because she had managed to humiliate me and let me no answer.More the worst humiliation that I lived at school, was a physical education class where I was playing volleyball, my best friend and one of the other boys in particular began ano.Um boy (middle class) to humiliate me and saying offensive phrases as:- "Back to Africa"- "How do you cross the street at night"- "Take your kids swimming in desencardir"These phrases I heard hurt more than a physical one (hurt more than a slap), the worst that the teacher responsible for the offending class he saw and did not take any action.That day I felt humiliated, embarrassed a lot (because I was in the presence of my best friend) and confused because I did not understand how a person could offend both the other just for being different.There came a time that the court of physical education began to spin and I was not able to recognize more faces and voices of people who were attacking me, it was like that time I had entered into a plastic bubble where not hear anything else and just wanted to be alone with my pain to be so ridiculed for not only being part of a standard of beauty.I tried to get help for the teacher more time to get me out of the situation he exposes even more, forcing me to stay in the game, and told me I could not do anything to help me.This teacher gave me the impression that things did on purpose to humiliate me as I put "catcher" in a game of catch-up, knowing that I did not run very well. Of course this only led to more humiliation.I told my mother that episode and she got angry, went to the school talked with the director and demanded a posture toward ocorrido.Os school before the boy's parents were called to a meeting with the board, and he had to apologize in public with me more was already too late, the consequences had been made on me.As much as my mother insisted I refused to change schools because he thought it would get around the situation alone, and had hoped one day still be accepted.Months passed and my situation with the bullying only got worse.Then I got to my Estremo completely lost my identity (the bridge does not know to describe my own character, my way of being), was complexed with my hair and my color (I thought that others would not judge me by my appearance, and who would enjoy and respect a brunette and curly hair?), my grades have fallen completely and when I came home from school just wanted to sleep (for the fact that I found in my dreams when I slept was very different from where I lived ), only felt safe when I was on my mother's side, I developed several emotional disorders such as social phobia, anxiety, and depression.Because of the embarrassing situations that I suffered in school social isolation and develop a great fear of being humiliated that he could no longer speak to other people even my name I could not answerMy parents had no idea what happened to me in school, they thought it was just jokes in bad taste, common among teenagers, the more that the thing had not taken such a large proportion.Not knowing what was happening inside the school, they started to charge me more improvements in the studies and could not stand the pressure of "pretending everything was fine," then I was sick physically, I was more than a month with fever and terrible headaches, was the medical examinations that were not discovered what I had, it was all emotional.One day I decided to open with my mother and tell her what happened, it was there that she began to seek professional help me with.More the situation was so severe that I ended up repeating a year and that changed my escola.Só marks caused by bullying and I took with me before I get over it, it was impossible to start.Just thinking about going to school my heart was racing, I was nauseated, dizzy and felt an anxiety incontrolável.Eu almost went to sleep and wondered what the night would invent an excuse to miss school the next day.It took my parents go to a psychiatrist, who prescribed me anti-depressant medication at high doses (took more than twenty pills a week) and pulled me away during that school year for treatment.To overcome the bullying I completely and can talk about without crying and feeling pain, took about three or four years.The Bullying in my life made me lose my identity and ability to live socialmente.Eu had to learn all over again as I was, what was the way I am, what I like or dislike and socializing, as I learn approach people and talk (to socialize)I am very happy today because I changed school and got new friends, I do not judge by appearance but by who I am. I learned to transform the experience of bullying in a knowledge (about me and others) and that others can accept you if you have to accept the way you are and not try to change to impress someone.Today, my friend and I made a blog "wetalkaboutbullying.blospot.com", where through my history try to help the victims of bullying and raise awareness of problem, if I was down there and got through, you too can!
# StayStrong
sábado, 23 de julho de 2011
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How I solved my problems [Part 3]
Continued ..
After a time, one day at school, I got sick, and then my mother picked me up andtake me to the doctor, I talked to him, talked of everything he was feeling and even cried in front of him, so he told me I was emotional problem (depression).
To this day I'm thankful for my friends who stood by me during this period, the more I am especially grateful to a friend of mine who called me every day, talking to me, made me laugh, and he tried to encourage in every way, and that was veryimportant to me. Then I realized that if you have true friends by your side at any time, you surely can overcome all.
Another problem I had was with my body, I did not accept it at all, I always felt ugly and fat, that's when I decided to stop eating, ate little, most I still was not happy,until I started spending ill and my mother noticed it, when was it and she taught meone thing: "no matter what others think or say, what matters is what you think about yourself '.
Today I am a different person, I learned to like myself to be happy with my friends and not caring what other people think, it is difficult if you have more willpower anddetermination you can, and my greatest example of overcoming, the person I most admire today is Demi Lovato, she is proof that if you want, and have the willpoweryou can overcome everything.
So I say to you, do not be ashamed of their bodies, you, believe in yourself, look in the mirror every day and say I am proud of me the way I AM! Be Happy!
When you destroy all your dreams and goals, surprise them and show that you are stronger than that. "- Demi Lovato
#StayStrong
After a time, one day at school, I got sick, and then my mother picked me up andtake me to the doctor, I talked to him, talked of everything he was feeling and even cried in front of him, so he told me I was emotional problem (depression).
To this day I'm thankful for my friends who stood by me during this period, the more I am especially grateful to a friend of mine who called me every day, talking to me, made me laugh, and he tried to encourage in every way, and that was veryimportant to me. Then I realized that if you have true friends by your side at any time, you surely can overcome all.
Another problem I had was with my body, I did not accept it at all, I always felt ugly and fat, that's when I decided to stop eating, ate little, most I still was not happy,until I started spending ill and my mother noticed it, when was it and she taught meone thing: "no matter what others think or say, what matters is what you think about yourself '.
Today I am a different person, I learned to like myself to be happy with my friends and not caring what other people think, it is difficult if you have more willpower anddetermination you can, and my greatest example of overcoming, the person I most admire today is Demi Lovato, she is proof that if you want, and have the willpoweryou can overcome everything.
So I say to you, do not be ashamed of their bodies, you, believe in yourself, look in the mirror every day and say I am proud of me the way I AM! Be Happy!
When you destroy all your dreams and goals, surprise them and show that you are stronger than that. "- Demi Lovato
#StayStrong
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