The Pig at the Party

During our high school ski trip, my weight caused me to take a nasty fall. Everyone laughed at how fat and pathetic I looked, and not a single person offered to help me up.

Only Farrah walked over, pulled me to my feet, and said, "You're not fat or ugly at all. You look handsome even when you wipe out. My heart's honestly skipping a beat."

I foolishly believed she meant every word.

It was not until her birthday party, when I finally gathered the courage to confess my feelings, that the truth