Sometimes bad nicknames are good in the long run!

The other day a phrase or conversation or something similar i heard was about bad nicknames and if you'd ever had one (i was eavesdropping. oh wait i remember now i was on the bus!!) and that got me thinking have i ever had a bad nickname? i was thinking for quite a while and i was quite sure i never had, but then i remembered when i was in form 7 at intermediate school in wellington, NZ i had one!! i think i was like 11 or 12 or something, and i was a really, really skinny caucasian twig girl, surrounded by ALOT of giant islander girls. i was just a tiny underdeveloped white girl because i was young and still skinnier than my brother, but the majority of the girls surrounding me were the kind that grew breasts the minute they came out of the womb, ya know? trainer bras and nappies. so i got nicknamed "surfboard." because i was as flat as a surfboard! hahahahah i'm glad i recovered that memory because shame to them now i'm nice and proportional whereas they'll struggle to find attractive lingerie and probably have pushed out a couple of babies by now suckaaaas