It was bad. It was really really bad. 
YOu probably guessed it, at that age, being accepted by your peers
mean a lot to you and I was the tallest in class and also the
biggest. Not fat at that age, mind you, just really big-boned and
compared to me, the other kids looked malnourished. 
I used to cry every new school year because the teacher would
arrange us in our line-up according to height, and I was always
right at the back cause I was the tallest. I cried my eyes out
every time this happened, which, sadly, was from Primary 1-6!
THings got much better when I went to a girls' school in my
Secondary years and three other girls accepted the shy, quiet,
conservative li'l me into their clique! They were really sweet to me, we did almost
everything together, and because of them, I never felt ostracised.
