 It was probably in about eighth grade if I remember right. I had had enough. I was so tired of being made fun of. Again, I shared my brother was not diagnosed with this. So he's coming up behind me. He is an athlete. He's living the dreams that I had always dreamed of. And I just felt like I was being punished. And I wasn't even sure why. I mean, I knew I was thinner and I didn't do everything right. But it just hurt. And