Perhaps the most pivotal time period in my life as a teen was that transition from middle to high school. The summer before freshmen year was punctuated at the end by a sudden increase in girth. Translated: I got fat. Which, fair or not, is WORSE than already being fat or wearing a headgear to school.
As I began this hideous first year of high school (wearing a tent dress on the first day), I decided that the only way to redeem myself was to…run for class president. Did I mention that I now had social status issues? Did I also mention that I had a boyfriend during all this? This boyfriend was my first MAJOR love (it was a whole good girl/ bad boy affair)…who wondered as the summer went on what happened to his once cute, skinny girlfriend? While he did make a pot shot or two about my fuller figure, he didn’t dump me. So I considered myself lucky (and in love).
So I figured with The Loving Boyfriend by my side, I had a good chance at winning…Then Loving Boyfriend decided to run against me. While I don’t remember his campaign platform, I know his anti-school spirit and affinity for purposefully pissing people off meant that he didn’t really want to be president; he wanted to piss me off–perhaps get me back for becoming The Fat Girl.
The thing is.…he won.
Worse…he dumped me shortly after…then resigned. So I became freshmen class president by default.
And that was just the first month of high school.
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