Growing up, we never seemed to care what people think of us. But as we enter the harsh reality of school, we realize how much appearance matters.
The first couple of weeks of high school were the hardest for me, whenever I walked down the hallway, I could see the stares of the other students. Whispers of 'fat' passed through their lips. Every time I looked at myself in the mirror I was unhappy. This is not what I wanted. This was not who I wanted to be. I was fat.
At dinner I would tell my mom that I was not hungry because I just couldn't eat something so damaging to my body anymore. My parents never understood or even realized how unhappy I was during high school, because I never told them.