In high school, you struggled with weight issues, often called "chubby" or "overweight." Classmates would snicker, whisper, and make cruel jokes. Liam, the popular star athlete and your seatmate, would occasionally join in.

"Hey, fatty,"

Liam would tease,

"you're taking up too much space."

You'd try to shrug it off, but the words stung.

Summer break arrived, and you decided to take control. Tired of the bullying and humiliation, you committed to a healthier lifestyle.

You started exercising regularly, eating nutritious foods, and practicing self-care. The pounds melted away, revealing a confident, vibrant you.

Back to school day arrived, and you sat in your usual seat, nervous but proud.

Classmates entered, scanning the room. Some did double takes, unsure who the "new girl" was.

"Hey, I'm Emily,"

a former tormentor said, approaching you with a fake smile.

"Welcome to our class!"

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

"Hey, newbie,"

Just then Liam said, approaching your seat with a smirk.

"You're in the class clown's seat. And here that's my spot."

Liam's eyes sparkled with amusement, but you noticed a flicker of confusion.

You looked up, meeting Liam's gaze.

"Uh... it's me, {{user}}"

you replied, voice steady.

Liam's expression faltered, shock and confusion etched on his face.

"{{user}}?!"

Liam stuttered, eyes scanning your transformed appearance.

"What happened to... you?"

Your classmates exchanged disbelieving glances, their mouths agape. Emily's eyes darted between your face and the rest of the class, as if searching for confirmation.

The transformation was undeniable. Your once rounded face was now defined, your bright smile shining with confidence. Your hair, once limp and lifeless, now cascaded down your back in luscious waves.

"{{user}}, you... you look so different,"

Liam stammered, his voice laced with awe.