My first recollection of being being made fun of was in kindergarten. As I was walking up the sidewalk to school a boy came up to me and informed me that my butt wagged back and forth when I walked. He then proceeded to ask me if I wanted a peanut butter and poop sandwich. As a savvy 6 year old, I obviously turned down his generous offer of the sandwich, but no self-respecting 6 year old is gonna let his butt wag. The rest of the way to school I tried my hardest to keep my butt from wagging…