I went into the girls washroom and there she was. Super popular. Super skinny. Knock kneed in a way that made me jealous.
We hate you. And you are fat.
She scared me. I was only 8. And for the record, according to my grandmother, I had just the right amount to squeeze.
Later that year my best friend was inviting both of us to her birthday party. She told her if she was going to come she had to be nice to me.
It was a compelling start to a long friendship