It really started to be the worst in middle school and then seem to escalate over the years. I never thought my life would get any better. I was the quiet one. I didn't have many friends. I was not the athletic one, the popular one, the attractive one. I only had a small number of roughly 7-8 friends. I was severely overweight. I tried to commit suicide 6 times, almost succeeded one time. It just got so bad. No one stood up for me. Never. It still happens some. and the only reactions I get is "We're only kidding. Do they know how it feels? It still brings back those memories and sometimes my depression comes back and it just hits me really hard. Will it ever stop? Will I ever being stopped being criticized for being different?