I was an enthusiastic and vibrant child growing up, and I was very loving. Throughout the years, that slowly disappeared. For some reason, I became the target of ridicule and it ate at me. When my family moved to Ghana, it became worse. The ridicule not only continued, but I was abused physically and verbally by teachers and students. It made me feel horrible; like I was nothing. I felt like their attempt to break me had succeeded. I fell into a depression. The depression triggered my weight gain, a visual reminder of how I let their