If you want a happy story then you are in the wrong place I assure you this is not some cupcakes and rainbows story and has some parts are just down right fucked up. But do read on its not all doom and gloom its just a little story about me, my friends, some horrible people and a boy.
ok so I think its time I introduced myself. My name is Evie - Rose Cowan, well that's my full name which I don't think anyone has ever called me since primary 5 when we had this weird old teacher Mr Lynn who was obsessed with calling everyone by their full name he kind of reminded me of a drill sergeant, anyway people just call me Evie so you can do the same. As people like to know what their narrators look like I guess I will describe myself. I am, you could say, rather short which is weird because growing up I was always one of the taller ones so it was weird that when I went to high school I resembled Polly pocket meaning im short as anything. I have pale blue eyes and longish brown hair. Pale skin dotted with lots of little freckles. There isn't a lot that would make me stand out in a crowd. Well there is one thing that my entire life has been pointed out to me. One word used to describe me throughout my life. A word I now use to describe myself. FAT. Now its not like I have ever been obese or anything but I have always been on the chubby side. Growing up when I used to come home day after day crying because another horrible person had made me feel like shit.
From nursery onwards I have been bullied for the way I look so when those close to me wonder where my confidence went they just have to look at every day of my short little life when the people I had to spend years with, tore me down so much that I thought of myself as worthless. its hard to talk about your problems with anyone when they happen everyday so I gave up when nothing got done. I just went on with my life I accepted I wouldn't be liked by many just based on the thickness of my thighs and my sticking out stomach. I have never really been able to look in the mirror without feeling tears sting the back of my eyes.
ok this has gone on too long, pity party over, I just thought I would give a little back story on me. Im currently just turning 16 so im still at the point where I can do fuck all because my parents are so insanely strict its unreal. I think you have enough information to go forward on. So if you want an actual story we should probably start a few years back when I started high school. Jesus, wish I stayed where I was ...
