Yes, I got it from Kindergarten on, all the way till HS graduation. In elementary school, I was always the smallest/tiniest/skinniest, and looked a couple years younger than I was, and that was one of the main "themes" of the bullying. Back then, I was terribly uncoordinated, and teased mercilessly about my inability to play sports decently, (imagine the surprise of everyone when, in eighth grade, it was discovered that I could run like the wind, and was selected to represent the school at a local track meet! I came in a solid third place in three different events.)
When I began to reach adolescence, I was one of the last of the girls in my age group to develop, and as a result, I got mistaken for a boy--an ugly, much younger, BOY--quite often. For a few years, no matter where I went, some strange boy who didn't even know me would find it his duty to approach me and inform me that I was ugly. (Gee, thanks for the info, I was completely unaware of that, ya douche bag!) The era in which I grew up, sixties and seventies, had, as all eras have, a certain "beauty standard", and I was far outside the norm. One of the banes of my existence was my HAIR. It is the curliest, nappiest, frizziest hair of any white girl, anywhere, and my youth was spent largely before the advent of decent hair products to keep it under control and looking nice, so my hair was often the subject of the taunting I received. It didn't help that the advice & conventional wisdom of the day was to tell a bullied kid, "ignore them, they'll stop", which is completely ineffective. I was taunted on my way to school, at school, on the walk home...all the time. In seventh grade, it was to have been the first year I rode a bus, but I only did so the first day, because the ride that first day was just one long torture session, by the kids who hadn't seen me all summer & had a lot of pent-up hate for me to unload. From that day forward, not only did I walk the close-to-a-mile to & from school, I also made the trek home for lunch, so I could have an hour's peace away from that hell hole. (The was the year I developed my running speed, as I would try & shave minutes off my lunch commute every day, so there was a slight silver lining there, I suppose.) Not surprisingly, over the years, I had developed a case of helpless PTSD, which made me behave strangely & left me even more vulnerable, as I had no real social skills, and even in the rare cases when anyone was nice to ,e I wasn't sure how to interact.
In eighth grade, I started taking Kung-Fu Karate, as I was fed up with being afraid all the time, and needed a way to defend myself. The other kids were not going to help, (even the few friends I had); no teacher or school personnel was going to step in, and my parents were worse than useless. So, I began karate lessons, and found new personal, spiritual, and physical reserves of strength inside me. Then money got tight, and my parents divorced because of my dad's alcoholism, so no more karate. Losing karate was devastating to me, and I worked out every which way in my head that I could to find a way to come up with the money, but even though that didn't work out, the months I'd had of that intense physical training gave me lasting strength & hope.
High school was not much better, and I was still the ugly skinny weird geeky girl with frizzy hair, for the first couple years. Then, towards the end of 10th grade, I became stunningly beautiful overnight. However, much of the damage had been done. I had already begun, lightweight, to drink, and even more rarely, use marijuana. Drinking & drugs didn't really become a problem till years later, when I lost my daughter, but it was a sign of a disturbed, maladjusted kid. To my lasting dismay, I also, for awhile, was quite the little slut, and had sex with boys who hated me, just to try & feel accepted. By 11th grade, I was as pretty, or prettier, than the cheerleaders and other popular girls, but in my classmates eyes, I was still, by & large, the outcast they had grown up with. I had hot, kind, gorgeous boyfriends who were either out of school, or from other schools, but still went to school with the same group as always. So, my life didn't really improve vastly till I was outta there & in college.
I still have social anxiety, but I work with the public in my current job, and have for years, so I fake it pretty well. The funny thing is, I have run into some of my tormentors, and they act all happy to see me, like they have no memory of how the acted towards me all those years. One of their moms, every time she sees me, acts like she wishes her son & I would have wound up together. One guy, with whom I had been friendly in HS, waited till we were safely graduated to call & ask me out, which he would not have done while still in school, because the stigma of dating me would have been too costly to him back then. I was nice to him on the phone, but told him, no thanks, I have a boyfriend.
I have taken bullying incidents against my OWN children very seriously, and have not only taught them to handle their business, but have removed my sons from schools & situations where I sensed they were always going to be stigmatized, and my instincts proved right--both my boys thrived in new/different environments. Fuck that nose, my kids were NOT going to live their lives miserable and afraid and full of self-hatred like I was forced to do by my own parents, who basically ignored me all my life, unless I was actively bleeding or something. I have a great relationship with my parents now, but they were not very good parents in tending to me needs when I was small and helpless. Everything was made to be "my own fault", or "my responsibility".
Wow, sorry this is so long, but believe it or not, this is actually the Cliff's Notes version.