Consequences of school bullying
When I was a boy, I was bullied at school for being fat. I was only slightly overweight, but the idea that I was grotesquely fat got lodged in my mind. When I left school to go to university, I was so afraid that I'd be ridiculed again that, by the time term began, I had started wearing a panty girdle. (This was back in the early eighties, long before the age of Spanx.) It took such an effort of will to go into the lingerie store to be fitted, and I've never been so embarrassed in my life. I hated wearing it that first day, but it helped keep my pot belly in check and so the next morning I forced myself to put it on again. It took many months to get used to wearing a girdle, but I just couldn't bring myself to go out in public without it. I can't find the words to express how much I hate the people who sent me down this path. They've probably forgotten all about it, but I still have to put my damn girdle on every day before I can leave the house.