You probably don't remember it because it was so long ago, but I do. It was middle school and you called me a fat ass. I'm not sure why you did it. I don't know if you were trying to be funny for your friends or maybe you were trying to impress my friend, who everybody and their brother knew you were obsessed with. But I guess it doesn't really matter why the point is that you said it.

You probably think I'm being overly dramatic. I mean, come on it was middle school. My response to that would be: minds are vulnerable. Middle school is hard enough to get through without one of the "cool kids" throwing stones at your impressionable ego. I can guarantee that it never affected you once the words left your mouth, but trust me when I tell you that it affected me. It's something I will probably always remember. I mean, how could you forget something so mortifying?

While it was the first time I had experienced this insult, it certainly wasn't the last. I don't know, maybe first times have a lasting impact, huh? Regardless of all the pain, your insult caused me, I forgive you. Actually, I forgave you a long time ago. I can honestly say that I wish you nothing but the best. And all I hope is that you have grown to realize that you're never too important to be kind to others.