Maybe, but I doubt you would have felt the same for me.
When I was fourteen I lost all my friends, and people kept pushing me so I became a nerve-wreck in the end.
I had an ulcer so I couldn't eat, which made me look like a skeleton, and I picked up lots of weird nervous habits, which took years to get rid of.
I don't think anyone saw past that not even the intelligent girls, and all I can say is that the way girls treated me, went far past the effects of any beating I got by other boys.
Their shallowness and insults and their way of looking at me as if I was something alien, was far worse than any physical scarring. If that's being mature...
Lets just say that half of the time I can even be certain that the me I see in mirrors and photoes is the me that others percieve, 'cuz' my mind keeps playing tricks on me. Some people tell me I look good, all I see is what they told me I was back then.
