I couldn’t muster up the confidence to go back to my sixth period PE class.  
 What was once a social gathering for the popular kids, was now a never-ending catfight that always ended with me being emotionally ripped to shreds. I felt so stupid at times because I was afraid to speak up for myself, in fear that I would have to make a habit of it.
Seemed as if I was teased for everything, my shoes, my clothes, my hair, and my weight.
I had now come to realize that in their eyes, I would never be good enough...