I have experianced bullying at the age of around 8. There were two girls, one fat and another thin. I didn't do anything but they started to disturb me anywhere I go. I didn't know why but they kept on calling me fat when I just weigh average and call me names and made fun of me. I cried on my way home and wanted to told my mom. But when I did, she didn't gave a bit of care and continued to iron my uniform. Me and my brother went to the same school so it felt bearable enough. But then, my brother was also in the same state as me, since he is thin and weak. My brother didn't told my mom too. So we both had to rely on each other since there's no one to help us. But one day, I came to school crying and one of the teachers noticed me. So she came up to me and asked me why. I was hesitant at first but she had noticed it. So I told her everything and brought me to the hall. She said to tell her who was the bullies and so, I pointed them out. Everyone stared but I didn't noticed them. I was only looking at the bullies as they made me feel scared. But after that day, one of the two bullies came up to me and wanted to say sorry. I did. Even if they did so many bad things to me, I didn't know why but to just forgive them. My brother hugged me and said to never become like him, weak and alone. He then transferred to another school and get plenty of new friends. That's how me and my brother lived.