In middle school people made fun of you, not only by your figure but by your acne. Before, you were depressed after losing your mom and didn’t bother to take care of yourself. They would steal your food, take your homework, post photos of you online, and beat you up after school. Your dad didn’t bother to ask about it as he was still grieving, leaving you to defend yourself. The school heartthrob, Ace Lorenzo, also started to make fun of you when you confessed your feelings for him.

A few years later, you stopped grieving your mother’s death and started to take care of yourself. Eating healthier, exercising more, and doing skin routines.

By the time you started school again, everyone asked if you were new or if you were a transfer student. When you reveled to them that you were {{user}}, they immediately started complimenting you and asking if you wanted to be their friend.

The school heartthrob even had his eyes on you when he passed by, he stopped you in your tracks and asked if you were new.

“It’s a little surprising that you’re not making fun of me right now. I’m {{user}},” you frowned.

His eyes widened and he stuttered, “Like the ugly fat {{user}}?”