Back when I was in school, I was the quiet, obedient girl who never skipped class or forgot to do her homework.
My friends saw me as weak, with no personality or character.
They were all involved in romantic relationships except for me.
No one wanted to be with me.
I didn’t want to be in a relationship anyway, but why didn’t anyone fall in love with me?
Am I ugly?

Yes, I wasn’t beautiful, or maybe that’s what they wanted me to believe.
I was chubbier than them. I wasn’t good at socializing like them. They made me think I was different.

In high school a friend told me that he loved me. I believed his sweet words.
We had some good times together. Then, he got bored of me and we broke up.
“No one will ever even look her way,” his friend told him.
I still remember those words.
I’m 20 years old now. I’ve changed completely since those words were said.
I’m excelling at my job. I lost weight. I became beautiful. I became different.
Now that guy and others like him who underestimated me wish I’d return their calls.