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How tall are you? I knew a guy who was 160 pounds -- and seven feet tall. He had arms and legs like pipecleaners, a sunken chest, and liked to wear a t-shirt that read "I HATE BASKETBALL."
It's got to be hard, but here's a clue: if some people make fun of you, _don't hang with those people._ This may cut down your possible circle of friends, but some clubs you maybe don't want to be a member of. The silver lining in your condition is that you know exactly who's an a-hole and who's not. They come right out and tell you.
The teen years are brutal for somebody who's a little different. I came out of them with exactly two real friends, only one of whom I went to school with. After a while, you can get so scarred by what's happened to you that you're not able to reach out to people at all, or even recognize when somebody might be interested in getting to know you better.
This is a hard row to hoe -- the physical issue put you in the position you're in, but the state of mind you've come to because of it, is keeping you from moving forth from your position of isolation and pain. And that's wrong because you really can find people who want you to be part of their lives -- even if you don't physically change a whit.
I'm glad you've written the group, and you've gotten some good advice. I'll give you a little more: go talk to somebody. Not just us: a counselor of some sort. If your college is a large one, counseling services are probably available through student health. If not, Student Services can probably put you in touch with somebody.
You can get so traumatized by the situation you're in that you can't do anything to solve it, because you're afraid that any change or risk you make will just make things hurt even more. But that's not true.
Oh yeah, one practical piece of advice; if you're bothered by your 19-year-old classmates, take as many classes at night as possible. You tend to get a better class (older, more mature) of student there.
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