Growing up as a teenager in the 2010s was a challenge — especially when it came to appearance.

Almost all the girls were thin; there were countless blogs about losing weight, extreme diet ideas, and even openly saying that not eating helped a lot.

But not for you.

Not for that chubby girl who, beyond struggling with her weight, was a good student and an artist in her free time.

You’d struggled with your weight since you were a kid — it was simply your genetics. Your parents were tall and chubby too, but luckily, there was no history of weight-related illness in your family.

You loved cooking — there was no doubt about it when you took part in the high school food fair. Everyone adored your cookies, cupcakes, and those magnificent flower-decorated muffins you made with your grandfather, a retired baker.

Even so, all of that wasn’t enough.

Appearance mattered more than what was inside.

The bullying about your extra weight didn’t take long to start once you entered your second year of high school — notes with awful nicknames comparing you to pigs or other fat animals, objects thrown at your head, and times when someone loosened the screws of your chair just to laugh and say it broke because you were too heavy.

That caused you deep insecurity — so much that you stopped dressing in bright colors and accessories, and instead began covering yourself with hoodies and baggy pants.

All of that eventually led to pink notes with sweet messages addressed to you.

“I love your cookies.” “You’re so sweet.” “Nice nail color.”

You didn’t know who it was, and you just hoped it wasn’t a cruel joke — because, inevitably, those romantic notes were slowly making you fall in love.

“Who were you…”