I got bullied incessantly. Small, sickly kid giving off the "submissive" vibe I suppose. Bullies can sniff you out of a crowd in a second. Sociopathic tendencies, maybe. I don't really know.
I tried assimilating, and just taking it for a few years I guess.
Then in seventh grade, something snapped and I went all "Ralphie" on a kid in the locker room. Cracked him in the head with his own football helmet on one of the rare occassions when he'd corner me alone.
It didn't stop. If anything, I think it encouraged him and the bullying increased as a result.
But I wasn't just turtling up and "taking it" any more, I was trying to awkwardly do as much damage as I could until I inevitably got stuffed into a trashcan. No better than three-on-one odds usually makes any other outcome an impossibility for an eighty-pound skinny kid after he gets picked up off his feet from behind..
Granted, I could have gotten out of probably most of these if I'd just ran like hell and told someone, but in some weird way I was more concerned about what everyone around (including the bullies) thought of me. In the beginning, being seen as a punching bag rather than a running sissy was more preferable. After I started flailing away at my tormentors, being a punching bag that occasionally got a lucky hit was more preferable to being seen like a coward.
I didn't feel as much like a "victim" anymore, but maybe that was pushing all of the paralyzing fear down under a layer of unfocused and antisocial rage. The net result was that I got sent to the principal's office for fighting right alongside the guys who threw the punch. As I got to know some of the other kids that hung around the "leader" of the bullies, I came to learn that all but one of them became his friends by going through exactly what I was going through until one day someone new or smaller came along.
This all continued until ninth grade when I was befriended by a guy who was a second-degree black belt at age sixteen. (His dad ran the place and he'd been learning since he was a kid.) This was the only guy in the whole school that the bully went out of his way to avoid, since two years before he'd tried to pick on him the same way he picked on me and got his jaw broken for the trouble. (I later found out that my friend's dad took him out for a nice dinner after the school called him to inform him his son had been suspended for fighting.)
I didn't have any trouble after that, and haven't since. Tae Kwon Do, for everything it is and is not, was what I needed at the time, and helped me out tremendously. I never got in a fight with those guys again after I started training with my friend at his dad's school. I guess I didn't carry myself the same afterwards.
Just my two bits.