Interesting... "obese"

It was when I was 11. 7th grade. Some girl hated me and kept dropping hateful notes in my locker about how fat/ugly I was to her. It was an awful year. She didn't even have the stones to sign her name to them. They just said "from Everyone." No one ever had to tell me again, from then on I told myself how horrible I was. I'm really grateful that I had this opportunity to have surgery - and I'm grateful that I NEVER have to be in 7th grade again. Thankfully therapy works. Wishing all best, ~Lara