I used to be insanely active. I played sports everyday for weeks. Growing up in Texas and Florida with friends and family who loved soccer, football, basketball etc. Sports was a part of my life.
Then my parents divorced. I hated my mom and loved my dad. I moved 10 times in the next 6 years. At some points moving at the end of each school year. I had loved my dad, and now I never saw him. Ever. (Its been 8 years now) So I grew to resent my Mom for it. Now, years later I still despise her for it and destroyed the one thing I had complete control over. (Knowing that it would hurt her in the process) My body. I ate…and ate. And ate. I quit sports, and the pounds packed on.
Now I’m 16. 5’4”. My max weight was 215. I’ve managed to lose 5 pounds since then. But 210 for a high school junior-at my height. Is not good. I’m tired of being the fat sister, friend, cousin, etc. I’m tired of hiding from pictures and mirrors because I despise the way I look. I’m ready for my 2nd chance at life. At MY life. I’m ready for a change. Finally, I’m ready.