Am I dramatic?

A couple of years back i had a friend, she was really popular and mean, kind of regina George complex. She always bragged about having boyfriend and being sexually active and my young self started to feel kinda jelouse.

One day at a party of a classmate my friend pushed me to go talk to this guy who we'll call brayan, he was handosme and i liked his looks but i never tried anything. After a while of my friend telling me i was a virgin loser for not wanting to go talk to him I accepted, I approached and one thing lend to another ad we had sex, it was my first time. I am overweight so i was always insecure about myself and I tought maybe the guy genuinely liked me after that.

After a few days I still yalked to theguy, I found out he was 18 (I was 13 at the time) and that made my friend go even crazier, whenever we had sleepovers shed force me to call him over, to send him private pictures and that stuff, and even tough it made me uncomfortablei agreed.

A few weeks passed and I continued to talk with the guy, hed always convince me to have sex saying he was the only one that could love my fat body, that sex meant he loved me, that no other boy would like a fat pig like me, and I believed him, I let him touch even tough his words hurt me.

After a few months the guy stopped talking to me, which caused me to blame myself a lot, but after months i forgot about it and brushed it off like he was just an ex boyfriend.

Now its been a few years, im in highschool and Ive been reviving those moments, the other night i tought maybe it was sa, but i feel like im exaggerating and it really is just a simple ex boyfriend situation.

(And in case you wondered, i lost co tact with my friend after I entered another school)