Around October, the summer weather finally began to fade away. I started wearing sweatshirts and jeans instead of my normal t shirts and jeans. Elsa started wearing a leather jacket.
"Your clothing choices suck," she said to me one day.
I looked down at my clothing. Then back up at her.
"It's not like you're pretty or anything. But you're not morbidly obese." She started to walk away, shooting over her shoulder, "Perhaps people would pick on you less that way."