It all started and ended in the 6th grade. I sat next to a boy in my math class. I can only remember of one or two occasions where he made fun of my skin color and pointed out the fact that I had not yet grown into a women and had small breasts. I have always been very pale and the bully called me "albino," said I had "two backs because I had not boobs" and every time he said anything I told him I didn't care. I might of bullied him right back by telling him to leave me alone "at least I wasn't fat," but it somehow worked and he stopped. A couple other kids tried bullying me that same school year and I had a way with words and defending myself. You can say I stopped them right after they did it and they never had a chance. I know a lot of kids have it and had it much worse than I did. It takes a stronger voice to stop bullying. Whether from the victim and/or an authority. One thing I will never forget is how sad I felt when my 6th grade teacher did nothing to stop the bullies that made fun of me in his math class. He sat there  and heard and saw it all. He actually bullied me himself by yelling at me in front of the entire class in one occasion about an assignment I did not turn in. It has been 13 years and it will be embedded in my brain forever. Bullying affects victims for life. Just remember that.