When I was in the eighth grade, a room full of people laughed at me when they saw me wearing underwear.

Outfitted in what I can only assume were some tighty whiteys from Marshall's, all 93 pounds of my awkwardness was on a weigh in scale before a wrestling match. I felt exposed and dumb in that moment, being forced to stand up there in front of both teams. And my worst fears were confirmed when the other team burst into laughter as I stood up to have my weight taken.

There are few things as...