For those of us that were bullied as kids, do you still hold a grudge?

Boy, do I have a story to tell: So for context, I (27F) have been overweight for basically my entire life and I've always been insecure about my looks. I was bullied all throughout middle school and high school for being a weird and awkward social outcast, but thankfully no one had ever made nasty comments about my body before (other than my mother, but we're not going to open up that can of worms). One day during my senior year of high school, this guy and girl, whom we'll call J and K, respectively, came up to me during my free period to interview me for the yearbook. In every yearbook at our school, there would be a little section every few pages or so in which yearbook staff would ask random students in the school a silly question such as "What's your favorite song to dance to?" or "If you could meet any celebrity who would you choose?" and they would publish four different students' responses. J and K were part of the popular crowd, and J was a really good looking guy, so my little teenage self felt honored to talk to them and be deemed worthy enough by them of having my response be published in the yearbook. The question they asked me was "If you were stranded on a deserted island and could only bring one thing with you, what would you bring?" I wanted to try and be funny and cool since I was talking to two of the most admired and well-respected paragons of popularity, so I said "A pair of jeans that fit perfectly." When they asked me why, I said something to the effect of "Well, it's hard to find a pair of jeans that fit, so if I'm gonna die I might as well die looking good." Not one of my finest comedic moments, but it was all I could come up with on the spot. Anyways, they thanked me for my time and left, and I spent the rest of the day on cloud nine knowing that J and K were aware of my mere existence. Fast forward a few months to the end of the school year. I received my yearbook and eagerly scanned the pages looking for my response. When I found it, my heart stopped. There was the question, "If you were stranded on a deserted island...?" but my response written underneath was not what I said at all. It read "I would want a pair of jeans that fit my fat butt." I was so humiliated that I ran out of the classroom and spent the rest of the period crying on the second floor staircase. I called my parents and told them what happened, and they were furious. They picked me up from school and the next day they scheduled a meeting with the principal and the teacher who was in charge of editing the yearbook. I remember my dad screaming at the yearbook teacher asking her how in the hell could she allow something like that to be published. She came up with some lame ass excuse that I can't even remember, but that's not relevant. After awhile, the principal said that she had talked to J and asked to see his notes from our interview session, and apparently he wrote down that I specifically mentioned my weight and how fat I was, which was complete and utter bullshit. But then, the principal said she talked to K who had "vouched" for J and said that I did, in fact, say that I wanted jeans to fit my fat butt. I told them it was all a lie and that I was so damn insecure about my weight that I would never purposely bring attention to it, but of course because this was all "a case of he-said-she-said," J and K got off scot free. My parents said that they were going to let me skip the rest of the school year in order to avoid any further embarrassment (which this all happened during the very last week of school, so it's not like I was missing much), and the principal was all like "Oh no, you shouldn't do that, just try and move on from this and go back to class with your head held high and blah blah blah." My parents were getting so angry, and at that point it was nothing more than a screaming match, so we just left. Graduation was on the following Sunday, so I got my diploma, walked away and never looked back. This had a major effect on my self-esteem. I became severely depressed and suicidal, and while I've since sought help and am doing much better now, I've never quite gotten over that yearbook comment. I know that it's nothing more than just a stupid hateful prank made by petty high school bullies and I should have just let it roll off my shoulders in the first place, but it's the fact that it was permanently published in the yearbook and it will remain there forever, and it was in everyone's yearbook that year, and anyone who owns that particular yearbook and decides to flip through it in the future to reminisce will come across that comment and will be reminded of how pathetic I was. Even to this day when trying on clothes, I will still have that incident in the back of my mind and put back whatever I'm trying on because I will think I look disgusting. To be honest, yes, I still hold a bit of a grudge. I'm still hurt over the fact that J and K never had to face any consequences for their actions. They've most likely forgotten all about me by now, but I haven't forgotten. I almost wish that they would see this comment just so they can see how deeply they hurt me, but it's highly unlikely that they ever will.