The sting of judgment from classmates for being overweight is a wound that never quite heals. I have been grappling with PCOS since I was 15. The constant questions about my diet and why I couldn’t just exercise the weight away became a daily torment. I even joined a gym, but the weight wouldn’t budge. It pushed me into a cycle where food became my solace. Hair loss, facial hair, and relentless mood swings became my closest companions. My classmates, in their cruelty, started calling me “Moti Arora” instead of Malti. My very name, my identity, felt like it was slipping away from me. It wasn’t until much later that I found what I truly needed Manisha’s sessions. She listened to me with such patience, offering a space where I could finally be heard. Today, I’m a different person; For that, I owe a deep debt of gratitude to Manisha.