When I was in the 6th grade, one of my then friends began talking about my body. He kept on talking about how ‘thicc’ I was. I told him to stop multiple times, and after a while, I stopped talking to him. He still talked about me to some of my friends, however. As an 11 year old, I was scared and angry. He also touched my chest. One of the kids that I barely knew overheard me telling him off and reported it. I’m grateful that reported the situation because, had he not told anyone, it wouldn’t have been heard by the faculty at my school otherwise. To this day, I am thankful for that kid that decided to speak up