Hi, my name is Sandra and I'm 16 years old. I'm from Norway, so I don't have the same school years, or grade system as most of you. I have allways been chubby, my whole life. My first two and a half years in school we were only 11 people in my class, 9 girls, and 2 boys. Out of all these kids, I was the biggest. And they wouldn't let me forget it. I had two really good friends thay never picked on me, and to this dey ne of them is still supporting me. But this one guy wouldn't let it go. I was called "Fatty" "Ugly" and so on every day, he still does this today, but not as often. In year 3 we moved, because my mom was pregnant and we needed a bigger house. My mom had me when she was 17, and my dad was 19. They split up when I was two, and my dad moved away. Since then I lived with my mother, steph-father, steph-sister and half-sister. On my dad's side I have a half-brother and a half-sister. I am the oldest one in the flock, and when my dad moved back here everybody started expecting so much from me. My steph-sister started tormenting me. She would hit me, pull my hair and so on. And my mom would ust watch, and do nothing about it. This is where my problems started. I never learnt to stand up for my self, and this never improved. When we moved i started in a new class, we were 9 kids, 5 girls and 4 boys. I knew one girl before, and she is currently my best friend. Anyway, as I mentioned I was quite big, I wore glasses and my hair was really curly. I had no self-esteem what so ever, so i used to ust wear big sweat pandt and a big hoodie to school. They would call me names, "they" being my friends, one thing they used to call me was "Chris Medina", they still do. They said i had the same body type and hair. One day in fourth grade i thing, in English class, our teacher made us read sentences out loud in class, my sentence was "I'm a man." My friends thought this was really funny, and used every oppurtunity they had to tell everyone about this. In norway when you start in 8. grade you start at a new school, and so we did, we are now 27 people in our class, and they had to tell every one in our class about the "I'm a man" thing. And everybody thought it was hillarious, and so they started calling me a "she-male". Since i hate arguments I just laughed it off, like i did every year. I even laughed it of when my friend punshed me in the face. My guy friend straight up punched me. I didn't tell enyone, i just covered it up. They still hit me, they still call me things, I am in 10. grade right now, and it's not getting better. I was recently diagnosed with severe depression, and social anxiety. My steph-sister and my freinds ruined my life, and i have tried to commit suicide two times. This is my story so far, hope you guys have had it better.