It's a shame that so many of us have had to deal with these situations.
Until I was in 7th grade, I really never noticed that I was overweight. I wore a size 11-13, was the same height as I am now (5'6"). Most of my friends were of course wearing 0, 2, 4, maybe a 6 here and there. Even after I started to realize I was heavier, it didn't really bother me. I was a quiet, shy person, but I had a lot of friends. We went to school dances, birthday parties, hung out at the pool in the summer. In 8th grade, one of them had a sleepover that I was not invited to. I wasn't good friend with the hostess, but all of my friend were invited still. I don't know what happened or why, but when they all came back to school that following Monday, it was not only no longer acceptable to be friends with the fat girl, but it provided great enteratainment to make fun of me. It crushed me. My two best friends never said anything mean, but they never did anything to make them stop either. I hung around, mainly because my two friends where still part of the group. I didn't have any other friends so couldn't give up the only two I still had. I just put up with the torment, faked being sick as much as I could, and cried my self to sleep at night. It was humiliating. After that year, we went to high school where I wasn't around the big group of bullies on a daily basis. I spent all of high school, and most of my life up to this point doing everything I possibly can to be invisable, and unapproachable because I figured if people didn't notice me, they wouldn't feel the need to bully me. I have to believe that most of my high school class wouldn't even know who I am if my name came up or I ran into them. What bothers me most is most of them not only don't feel bad about it, but probably haven't thought of it since 8th grade (although I had a class with two of them my senior year of high school and overheard them discussing and laughing about what they did to me in 8th grade). They never gave it anymore thought and it still today shape almost every part of my life. I don't trust people, I don't make friend, I don't have relationships...and I hate that my mind still lets a bunch of bullies dictate my life.
Even more, most of them have kids now, for their children's sake, I hope no one ever treats their children like that, but I fear more is that they will never teach their children that it is not okay to make fun of other people. Their children will mostly likely continue the cycle.
I don't remember the details, like how much I weighed exactly, but I do remember that when I was younger, I was at a friend's house. She had a plastic swing set in her backyard. I went out to the back to go play with my friend and her sister, when the friend turned to me and said, "You're not supposed to be on this."
"Why not?" I asked, baffled.
"The warning on it says nobody over 100 pounds."
She looked really embarrassed about bringing it up, she wasn't mean about it, but the look of pity she gave me has stuck with me for years.