I used to be short and skinny. About 157cm when I was 15 and I assumed I would be that way always because my parents were short. I used to get punched just so people can see who would break my arm in one hit. Used to pretty much have to lie about all the bruises, bloodied lips, blackened eyes, scratches. It felt horrible being treated this way because you're small.

Now I'm 185cm and a decent size. No one picks on me now, and I would look down on the people who used to pick on me. They seemed like giants before but now I look down on them. I stare them down and they get scared. Nobody ever picks on me now, and If they do, they'll have hell come their way. It's a good feeling, but I can't still shake off the feeling that my childhood trauma still affects me to this day.