I always had a problem with my weight. When I was in elementary school, I would often get teased because of my figure. Personally, I never thought that I was fat. Not even when my classmates were yelling “balyena!” (whale) to my face. But the teasing did hurt. It affected the way I saw myself and my classmates. I would get so jealous of all the “thin” girls in my class because they were getting all the attention from the boys (what? everyone had immature crushes back then. Was I the only one?) and even from my teachers. I had a gorgeous classmate, once. It hurt to be around her because you could feel how plain you were compared to her. How irrelevant you are. You all know the story: She was the favorite of every teacher and of course, everyone wanted to be friends with her. I’ll admit that I was one of those people who tried to be in her inner circle. Was I jealous of her popularity? Yes. Did I ever get insecure? Yes. All the time. So, I said to myself, “This will change by the time I reach high school.” And surprisingly, it did. I lost weight and finally, even for a short moment, I was in the spotlight.