The boys in my gym class started teasing me, calling me a sissy, a homo, gay, and even occasionally a faggot. I was last to be picked for kickball, second only to the kid with a learning disability. At the YMCA, where my class would go each week for swim class, I was swatted and hit with wet towels in the locker room, while trying to shield my naked body and put on my dry clothes. From then on, I dreaded going to school, my grades slowly started to suffer, and I started gaining weight. I became a “fat kid” almost overnight. I found comfort in the junk foods I consumed on a daily basis. My attitude started to change too. No longer did good grades come easily, instead I got irritated with my homework and aggravated with my family. Often I wondered what I had done that was so terrible to cause this much pain.
Sincerely, The Open Closet
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