I was a Homecoming princess in high school. But I was not “high caliber” enough popularity-wise to be mean to anyone. I had an overprotective mother who drove me to and from school everyday when I was old enough to take the bus or even drive myself to school. I knew that could be grounds for me to be a target of teasing. People could have called me a baby. But at their mercy, they didn’t.
So I played the nice person. It was sort of like this: I won’t be mean to you if you won’t be mean to me. I put on a fake smile to cover up my problems and issues. I tried to get along with everyone, including those who were not popular, to avoid conflicts.
However, I did have one advantage. I was relatively thin throughout my life. I never had to deal with weight issues. I was proud of that and was insensitive to people who were heavyset.
The end of senior year came. Yearbooks were passed around everywhere in school. This slightly overweight girl who I had never talked to handed me her yearbook to sign. My first reaction was, I didn’t know her that well and wasn’t sure what to write. Then an impulse came to me. My mean streak would finally be revealed after all those years of suppressing it. I decided to write something negative to her. I didn’t mention her weight. I didn’t want to be that straight forward. I was always passive-aggressive. So I wrote that I thought she was a snob and should humble down. She was the only person I wrote something negative to.
I know that deep down inside, I didn’t write that because I thought she was conceited. I did it because she was heavier than me and I wasn’t her friend.
The next day words spread that she was very hurt by what I wrote. At that time, I didn’t feel any remorse for what I did. As a matter of fact, I was secretly happy that my words were powerful enough to have an impact on somebody, negative though it was. The bully in me finally came out.
Now, this girl I am talking about was super smart and had excellent grades. So I know she is somewhere being a superstar in her career and cocktail parties. As for me, I am still fixated on my high school days. That would be her ultimate revenge.