At one point in my life I was called fat. I was told no one liked me. So, I started to change who I was. I started acting the way the “cool” group acted and I started dressing like them. That didn’t work too well and I relized I was being fake. When I was by myself I would wear sweatshirts and sweatpants. I would sing, I would write and I would read the books I like to read. I liked the real me. I stopped being fake and I did what I loved. Would people pick on me? Yes. Did I care? At first I did care and I still do; however, it is alot easier to remember who I am now because I have a group of friends that like me for me and don’t care what I look like or what I like.