Judith Light Quotes

Like many others who stand out, I was picked on.

I'm tired of getting made fun of.

Everyone can relate to being bullied. Everyone can relate to wanting to fit in and being part of a clique.

Yes, everybody has bullied me. They kept saying I was nasal and what not.

I was taunted because I was different.

I've gotten a hundred pictures of guys making fun of me.

A group of girls didn't like me and picked on me on a daily basis.

'Gut' was my nickname. And I was picked on terribly by many, many kids.

Kids will tease you for just about anything.

Basically, I was pretty ostracized in my hometown. Me and a few other guys were the town freaks- and there were many occasions when we were dodging getting beaten up ourselves.

I was bullied and regarded as little bit of an oddball myself.

You see, I'd not a very good place here; the fellows looked on me as a sort of special object of ridicule, on account of the hat and cane, walk, and so on, though I thought I'd got over that by this time.

I know what it's like to be left out... I certainly went through a period of time where I got made fun of and people were so mean to me, so I can really relate to that.

I got picked on a lot as a kid.

I remember dealing with bullies in high school and being put down because I was different.

I am constantly the butt of jokes.

I was bullied in high school because I looked different.

People would beat me up after school; they would throw names at me. Children are brutal... Being different when you're a child is always a challenge.

Sometimes I feel like the easiest target in sports.

It's very alienating to become a target, and it can be really difficult to try and explain to people, to family members.

At that moment in time when we feel like the other, we were not the person embraced, not one of the cool kids, not in the club - when you're that person, it makes you feel smaller, and when they persecute you as a result, that's a difficult position to be in.

I was bullied in high school. I would go through the hallways and be pointed at and laughed at because I was the new kid in a wheelchair.

There's a kind of radar that you get, after years of being talked about and made fun of by other people. You can almost smell it when it's about to happen, can recognize instantly the sound of a hushed voice, lowered just enough to make whatever is said okay. I had only been in Colby for a few weeks. But I had not forgotten.

Don't forget, I was the soft, pudgy kid in school that everyone made fun of.

Why are some people bullied? Because they are different. How? It doesn't matter.