Some kids made it a sport to criticize me for moronic reasons. Here are just three:
1. My height (I was especially short)
2. Weight (I was especially thin)196Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa1ucqRONMM
3. How I walked (I have a very slight limp, which for some was endlessly amusing)
The list was actually endless. To be honest, I had to laugh one particular day when this group of kids had a debate in front of me about all the things wrong with me. It was meant to provoke me into a reaction, but they got frustrated because they could see I actually found it funny. They were talking about every part of me, from my eyes to the size of my hands to my shoe size. Somebody said something about my elbow. It was that random.
Physically attacking me because I was small was messed up, but just talking about how they didn't like me for things I couldn't help always struck me as funny.
Don't get me wrong, I was still pissed off when they made fun of me for my clothes, or that I had briefs instead of boxers, or that I read too many books, or whatever. But the physical things always seemed bizarre.
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