Jaimie-J, most people's middle and elementary school years were akin to yours. At least, I know mine were. I was rarely called fat (I'm one of those people whose weight always manages to stay in the not fat and not thin area, never really venturing into one extreme or the other.. so I'm not a skinny baby doll like most of the girls at my HS but I'm not an oozing mass of lard either), and with your height and weight you don't seem like you were terribly overweight. :\

I'm 5'5 and my weight fluctuates between 130-140, and the only person that's ever made a remark on my weight is my brother (and he's no bean pole himself) and mother. I got picked on just because I was plain ugly. Mostly for my hair. Looks like a rat's nest. Always has, and always will, unless viciously attacked with a hair dryer and styling products.. but anyway, there was always a lot of backstabbing and name-calling and general cruelty going on. It was worse for me because I was unpopular (as were most people, really) and I cried very easily... my actual initials are CB, see, so I would be called Cry Baby. =P I don't know.. a lot of bad things happened. One of the worst in my memory was this time in 5th grade. It was our first year with lockers, and we all had combination locks. For some cosmic reason, a girl whose locker was near mine had her combination written on a Post-It note that was stuck to the inside of her locker (not sure what having the combo inside the locker would do, but whatever), and once while I was minding my own business and putting up my books, she started freaking out and saying that I'd looked at her combination and acting like I wanted to steal all her stuff. o__o Later that day during recess I was sitting on the swings, also minding my own business, and she just came right up to me flanked by two other girls and said something like 'My mother said I should always tell people when I have a problem with them, and I have a problem with you' and I was just like 'Uhhh...'

I found some of my old diaries from those years, the pen and paper kind, and my entries back then were short, insipid, and always about the people I was currently associating with. I feel disgusted when I think about that time of my life, but I feel just like you do when I see that girl and everyone else that was horrible to me (mostly because I make better grades than all of them. HAHAHAHA).