I think that being bullied is a shameful experience.

There isn't a definite right and wrong anyway. Sometimes we do what seems wrong, but we have good reasons for doing it, so it's not wrong after all.

It's like you wake up one morning, and decided that how you've been in the past doesn't have to define who you are in the future. Simple as that.

Remember what to do when you're at the bottom of a hole? You've got to stop digging.

My own experience being bullied - it made me a more compassionate person. It made me more sympathetic to the adolescent experience.

Prior to being bullied, I was a very footloose sixth-grader. You know, I was quirky, I was creative - I really felt good in my own body. And when I was bullied in seventh grade, my self-esteem tanked.

On Valentine's Day, the Spirit Club plastered the school with red streamersand pink balloons and red and pink hearts. It looked like Clifford the Big Red Dog ate a flock of flamigoes and then barfed his guts up.