My name is Stef, I live in Ecuador. When I was in 4th grade I used to get bullied in the school bus, by girls that were on 3rd grade. I shutted my self up for two years. I remember every Saturday I had a nightmare about going on the school bus. So this bus had some frontal sits availables. But this girls wouldn't let me sit there. They used to say I wasn't good enough to sit with them. Imagine the impact on a 7 year old girl to listen that she is not good enough. Being called "ugly" "you suck" "you can't sit with us" I started to cry a lot because of that and I told my dad. He went to talk with the girls and they denied everything. My dad new I wasn't crazy. He believed me. It was an everyday pain to have to go on that school bus. And I couldnt switch. Because it was the only bus going to my home. Nowadays I don't get bullied anymore (I had to change schools) The words and actions (some times they pushed me and made me fall from the bus) that they had with me. Made me stop wanting to go to school. My mom died, and all was even more difficult for me. And I have been living my whole life with the question "Am I good enough?". When I tell my story some people laugh. Am I telling a joke? NO. Bullying it's worse in other countries. Than it is in Latin America. But it still damages. Bullying its no joke, nothing to laugh about. The pain is not funny. And the insecurities that bullying gives you are no joke.