Growing up, I was very slender. Bony legs, lanky limbs, the works. Boys called me chicken legs, and girls made up rumors about me having an eating disorder. When I was in 8th grade, my body began to change, thanks to puberty. My legs were no longer stick thin, instead more muscular thanks to swimming and cross country. My once flat stomach now had a tiny pooch. No one ever commented on my body, because theirs looked the same. But...