northwesterner
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Back when I was in elementary school, I was picked on a lot for having overly hairy legs. So much so that my normie classmates would often call me "Hairy legs." It would have been fine if I was a tall athletic kid with very hairy legs (in fact there were even other boys in my class that fit this description and yet no one picked on them) but no, I was a fat, nerdy, short, half ethnic kid with round Harry Potter glasses and a shit haircut.
I remember asking my Dad one day why my legs were so hairy. He jokingly told me that it was because I'm half French (I'm not). But due to autism, I took it seriously and I began telling people that was the reason for my hairiness. It backfired though because then people also started bullying me for being French. They'd come up to me and yell in French sounding gibberish and tell me to go back to Paris. They'd ask me if I knew ratatouille the rat, and one time even a substitute teacher got in on it. It was mortifying. Thankfully, I eventually moved away and left that school. Those experiences made younger me never wear shorts to school ever again.
I remember asking my Dad one day why my legs were so hairy. He jokingly told me that it was because I'm half French (I'm not). But due to autism, I took it seriously and I began telling people that was the reason for my hairiness. It backfired though because then people also started bullying me for being French. They'd come up to me and yell in French sounding gibberish and tell me to go back to Paris. They'd ask me if I knew ratatouille the rat, and one time even a substitute teacher got in on it. It was mortifying. Thankfully, I eventually moved away and left that school. Those experiences made younger me never wear shorts to school ever again.
