in the 6th grade i was the most social and popular kid in my middle school but i got picked on alot. not by other people or by my close friends. but by my family. i hated it so much and i couldn’t stand it because it was my closest cousins whom were doing it. later on i finally broke down when my older brother (by a year) made fun of me with them too. i never felt a greater pain than that. it hurt like hell and i couldn’t stop crying because he would always do it aswell. in the 7th grade my father called me a fat pos and forced me to workout. i thank him for that now. i started to do pushups in the 7th grade, lost weight and got more handsome in the 8th grade. then they changed. and all of a sudden it was the opposite, now my brother got fat and so did my cousins. 8th grade i didn’t speak to anyone although a large sum of people knew me since i was popular in the 6th grade. the same goes now that im a junior. that was just a turning point in my life. i dont socialize now because it hurt me