Only about 3 years ago, I was fat. Not obese, but I was not happy with the way I looked. Middle school and the beginning of high school were the worst years of my life, but looking back, I just laugh. Right now I’m only in 10th grade, but I tend to have a maturity that makes me feel like I’m older than that. I’m not though, which sucks, but oh well. Back to what I was saying, in 6th grade I was very short and overweight, not to mention I didn’t apply myself at all in classes. I was harassed by kids in my school, being called fat & ugly, stupid, an idiot, retard, etc. Not to mention the two occasions where I was called worthless and told to kill myself by someone I once called my best friend. Some friend, huh? Well at the end of 6th grade to 7th grade I started getting more depressed on a day to day basis, and didn’t ever want to go to school fearing what I would be called, and I developed an anxiety disorder. With the anxiety disorder, came worsened depression, mood swings, inability to focus, lots of stuff. Not really a huge deal, it was stuff most people can deal with, but with my parents fighting constantly, I never got a chance to explain to anyone how I felt. In the middle of 7th grade, I wanted things to change, but I didn’t think, I just acted. I basically stopped eating for about 6 months. I hadn’t had a full meal in that time. And at the same time, I was getting...