... they always did something that grasped the whole class's attention towards me. I was exhausted of being stuffed with embarrassment every atrocious day of school. The core of these repugnant acts was Harry. He had no respect for me, did things the way he preferred without considering other's feelings. 'Anorexic patient', that's right! This is what I was named. This used to erode my feelings day by day. Being the youngest in class, I preferred to be given some kind of respect. But all I received was smiling faces with deceptive intentions. Well I was used to this. Much of this was a result of my eating habits. Food played a gigantic role in my troublesome life. But one day, I could not bear these bullying acts anymore. I had to take some decisive action to prevent myself from getting bullied. So I took a concrete decision of eating food ...

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