This afternoon is the first time for Oliver has returned back to school for three months. He was feeling very low about his body shape. He got dressed this afternoon and looked at himself in the mirror, walked in to his bedroom and ripped up his school photo crying that everyone was going to laugh at him and yes it was like having my heart ripped out yet again. Told him how amazing he was, how good looking he was and that everything would be okay. Walked in to school and one of the girls shouted out 'oh look its Oliver, I thought he was dead!' and yes for a very split second I wanted to react but quickly remembered that I was a grown up! so I have left him at school for the afternoon whilst I pace up and down the landing. I know that children will be children, I know someone will be mean about this body shape, this is life but it does seem a little unfair after all they have been through! I am sure that it will all be positive and that he will fit right back in after a few weeks. We have to let them go, but it is really hard!