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The Beginning (AKA, the bad years)

Posted on: 2015/04/20, 02:42 PM by: jlsampler11
 
So heres the thing, growing up, it was rough.

To start, in middle school, we recently moved (again) and my mom had been struggling with a lot of junk...and she kinda took it out of what junk I had in my trunk. I remember being in 5th grade, brand new to this pretty uppity school in Nashville and I never really had body issues, ever. I went to the YMCA every day after school and at least 3 tims a week, I swam for hours. I loved it...not realizing that I got some broad shoulder y'all, like manly man hahaha. So anyways, always a bit on the shorter and more athletic side, I started to notice how pretty those girls were with their perfect hair, white teeth, tall, slim bodies....and on top of that, my mom made me join the middle school cheer squad.
It was not pretty.

It began with going to Logan's steakhouse with my family and you know those cute little NutterButter dessert things? Totally adorabe and exactly what I wanted. Basically, after getting chewed out by my sister, my mom let me have one..but not without having the last word: "If you keeping eating like that, you'll be the only cheerleader wearing a girdle because I am not having your fat show in your uniform". 

Thus, it began. Except I was only like 11 years old. I didn't know I began to sunconciously rebel against my mother. I didn't pay attention to pant sizes or anything unti my freshman year of highschool when it was like overnight, I blew up like a blimp. Seriously, it was like out of nowhere. 
So to make it better, my mom only let me wear these horrible, baggy clothes. I went to a basketball game the night my mom threw out all my other clothes my fat a$$ couldn't fit in to and my friends were like "uhh...what's wrong? Whathappened to your clothes?" and being at (another) uppity school, it's a little hard to tell your friends "sorry, I just got fat". Luckily I was big into sports and kept my athleticism going.

But my junior year, when my grades dropped, I dropped sports to focus on school (not my choice, it wasn't my fault math is catostrauphic).  In that year, there was a lot of boredom, a lot of comparrison to my gorgeous friend, a lot of drama, and a LOT of forgetting I couldn't eat like I used to if I wasn't working out like I used to.

So after changing schools (again) and going to junior prom and getting ditched for a gorgeous skinny (and sadly, a very sweet) volleyball player, I decided I was tired of being stomped on.

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