When I was a kid, I used to think pork chops and karate chops were the same thing.

Bullying, to me, starts very small around the kindergarten age where the first thing we learn is to call each other names. Something so small can be so long lasting in someone's life.

Ike runs the country, and I turn the pork chops.

I hid my heart under my bed because my mother said if you're not careful someday somebody's going to break it. Take it from me, under the bed is not a good hiding spot.

For me, growing up and going to school and not seeing any anti-bullying posters and not hearing people talk about bullying was very desolate.

When something's painful, you just avoid it. Why bother dredging up the past if it's nothing but bad stuff?