Never lose hope

MY parents were divorced when I was five. Mum took my younger sister while I lived with my grandparents. Growing up, I didn’t get much parental love but things were okay because my grandparents took good care of me.

Things took a turn for the worse, however, when I started secondary school. I was chubby and I became an easy target for bullies. It got so bad to the point that I hated going to school.