I was bullied all through school—at my 10-year reunion, no one recognized me, and I used that moment to reveal exactly who I had become.

“I want everyone to look at her for a second.”

No one moved.

“She spent four years trying to disappear,” I said.

“She changed how she walked, how she laughed, and how she answered questions in class.

She learned which halls to avoid and which girls could ruin her day with one look.”

Madison’s face went pale.

I turned to her.

“And ten years later, you still continue reading …