From what I remember of 6th grade it was an awful, mean-spirited, terrible time to be a kid. Boys were mean, girls were meaner, and if you didn't fit into the social norm you were an outcast. "Cliques" were formed and those not in them were ostracized.
I hated it.
Conversely, I look at it as the time in my life that I most grew as a person. I had lunches alone. Days where girls were my friends and then they weren't. A boy I punched in the back cause I couldn't take his bullying anymore (the only time I was sent to the principal in my life).
I became a stronger girl in those years.
How tough it must have been for my parents to watch me go through this ordeal. To see me struggle, complain, and cry about those times. I'm sure they wanted quickly to come eat lunch with me, chastise those mean girls, and punch that boy too. But they didn't. I like to think that they knew it was something I had to deal with. That it was a part of my life that couldn't be rescued in and saved, but rather an experience that I have to go through on my own.
Each day I went through, each moment of pain, I grew smarter and stronger. I got a "thicker hide" about things being said about me. I learned who my true friends were. I learned how gossip destroys relationships. I learned how I wanted to be treated as a person and how I wanted to treat others.
This learning experience is very similar to our own lifestyle change stories. Being a weight losser is a learning path we each must take. And one that we can't force on anyone. We have to learn from experience what's right for ourselves. We have to make bad decisions, and eventually learn from them.
It's tough to do, and even tougher to watch someone we love make those bad decisions. We have to rest assured and trust in them (and in ourselves) that we'll learn from it all and come out a stronger more confident person.
I know that I look at DubyaKid now and I see a young girl who's smart, beautiful, and confident in who she is. She's got many hard times ahead of her, but I know she's capable of facing each one.
I'm lucky that I get to be a part of it.
Have a great 6th grade year, DubyaKid.
P.S. If you have to eat lunch alone, don't be sad, most of the conversations are about boys and stupid, so you're not missing anything. If the girls are mean to you for whatever reason, I've found the best thing to do is to ignore them. They want you to respond, don't give them the satisfaction. And if a boy bullies you - DON'T HIT HIM! Unless he hits you first, and if he does, knock his lights out, sweetie. ;-)