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Being a fat lonely preteen

Posted by anonymous at March 9, 2011
Tags: Family  Juvenile problems  2011 March

Right now, I am at my difficult stage in life, which I feel will never end. I am only in 6th grade, but I am afraid to talk to other people- including my parents. My mother was 16 during my birth. Before I was born I heard my parents loved each other and they were happy. One year after my birth they got married. Less than half a year later, they became divorced. I now live in Ohio with my father, I was born in Ohio and have lived there all my life. My mother now lives in New Mexico with her 3rd husband. From ages 2-7 I lived with my mother's mother. Most of the time I lived with my grandmother, my mom was married to her 2nd husband (my dad was her 1st husband). My mother had two kids with her 2nd husband,they are my 2 half-brothers and I rarely see them. I moved in with my dad shortly before he married his 2nd and current wife. They have a son who is now 2 years old. I often have to babysit him. He laughs when I get hurt and cries when I smile. At school, sometimes I try to flirt with some boys. I am an overweight girl and when I smile they look like they may be sick any minute. Soon after, I quit flirting. Then, I tried to make just plain friends with people. I talked to them, gave them stuff on their birthdays, and even tutored some people. When I walk down the hall, people stare in a grossed out manner. Sometimes, I ask my teacher if I can go to the bathroom. If I can, I don't even use the toilet, I look in the mirror, tell my self how ugly I am, and cry until I cant anymore. I am very sad and sometimes think how happy I will be when I die.


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By anonymous at 23,Mar,11 21:14

Sixth grade is tough. It was tough for me in the halcyon days of 1967, and I can't imagine how brutal it must be now with the destruction of the middle class and destruction of nuclear families and the blurring of what is right and wrong through political correctness and other horseshit. You have such a poor self image. Why don't you hook up with a nice young female nutritionist and start eating and exercising properly. Being severely obese myself, I fully know that fat a'int where it's at. So stop having a ball with cholesterol and get thin and fit. I bet if you do that, your whole attitiude will change. As for love, it is probably true that nobody loves you but your mother, and she could be jiving you too. So once you realize that love is rare indeed, you might not be so disappointed that you don't get any.


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