The first text is the most important message you'll ever send. Every single little detail matters in that moment. If she takes an incredibly long time to respond, you probably fit into the category of ugly. If she doesn't respond, hideous might be a more fitting word. Just pray she actually responds. This situation was a little unusual, though. The thing is that I gave my number to her since she asked for mine and I had no idea what her number actually was. As far as I was concerned, I could've never seen her again and I wouldn't even realize as time flew by. I waited anxiously for that first text. Even though I was naive, I wasn't a complete idiot. I honestly wouldn't have been surprised if she just never texted me that day. It's a miracle that she eventually sent that message. It caught me off guard when I saw an unknown number in my notifications list. When I realized it was her and she had fully introduced herself, I rejoiced at the fact. I can't possibly remember what our first conversation was about, but I know how corny I was probably being. If I hadn't gotten a new phone later that year or the next, I'd still be able to go back and read the millions of cheesy messages I sent in an attempt to make her mine. It really surprised me that she treated me the way she did, though. By that time I had already been overweight for most of my life. Being overweight and being ugly are two things that can change your perspective on life. After losing weight years later, it is still shocking to me how differently I am treated and how little suffering I have to go through compared to when I was bigger. Girls wouldn't even look my way back then. The ones that did speak to me would just ask me for answers on our assignments or pretend to have an interest in me for the amusement of their friends. The boys were a whole different story. Boys are interesting and they tend to have their own ways of being entertaining. Being an overweight boy didn't necessarily mean it was hard to make friends, even though that was the case for me at times, but it did mean that you would get made fun of endlessly and tirelessly at my school. Boys are very immature creatures and I would know since I am one. I never told my friends how much it bothered me that they would pick on me for my size. I never told my friends how awful I felt whenever the school bus would pull up on that lively brick building. I never told my friends how I would try so many different methods to lose weight and none of them would work. Until I found the one that did. People really do treat you differently when you're heavier. She didn't, though. She treated me just like how I'd seen those supermodel looking guys be treated in the movies I'd watch all the time. That first text really started it all. Even if I don't remember what she said, I do remember something vital. The fact that she texted me at all. She valued me. She valued my time. That mattered to me endlessly more than having a sharp jawline or long wavy hair.
