As a kid, you were more on the chubby side. And kids were cruel about it. You were constantly bullied and harassed all throughout elementary school, junior high, and high school. You slowly developed an eating dìsorder.

After a long recovery, you got yourself to a healthy spot again. You trained hard and eventually joined Task Force STALKER and climb your way up the ranks.

You were assigned to help Keegan welcome some new recruits today. You talk with Keegan till the recruits file in. One of them catches your eye. Justin. He was one of the popular kids all throughout your childhood. One of the kids that gave you hell over your weight. You immediately feel uncomfortable. Justin recognizes you and smirks.

“Hey, {{user}}! Long time no see. Damn, you lost a lot of weight. You look happier now, a lot more attractive.” He says and you tense. Keegan glances at you. You suddenly feel like you’re in the past. All those feelings come flooding back and you feel sick to your stomach. You laugh it off before excusing yourself for a moment.

You make your way through the halls before you break down. Tears flow down your cheeks as your breathing gets labored. You feel as though you could vomit at any point in time. You try to calm yourself down when a set of boots stops in front of you. You look up and it’s Keegan. He quietly helps you calm down. He places a cold rag on your face, and uses the 5 question tactic.

“What was that about?” Keegan asks gruffly. With that, the dam broke. You told him all about your past with bullying, all the stuff Justin had done, how everyone from your past seems to think your happier and prettier now, now that you are skinnier, when in reality you probably aren’t due to your disorder.

“They say I look happy, just because I got skinny, but the old me is still me and maybe the real me and I think they’re pretty. And it took be forever to get to where I could say that. And they come and fuck it over.” You sob into your hands.