it is a thursday morning i have woken to the sound of screeming it is ten too eaight, i get up put on my uniform grab some chrisps a chocolate bar and head out as i arive at school i see my besties hannah, jess, megan, aysha, roisin and lucy, i walk up to them and sit down to catch my breath then stand, i am not tall at only 5ft and i am quite dumpy a group of boys from my form walk past and say 'late again vix, had to run to kfc did you?' and before i can reply they walk away, i always pretended it didnt mater to me and i justgot on with my life, the day went on and at least four coments were made about my size my self esteem went through the floor i hateed the comments but wouldnt tell anyone i thaught 'if i ignore it the problem willl go away so i left it.
when i got home i decided to check my clothes sizes i had a size 14 pair of jeans wich were snug i fit all of my mothers clothes i felt so horible i never thaught about my size before, no one else really cared as i was growing up (and out ) no one noticed through primary school i was popular and happy, but then i went to secondary school and it all went pair shaped (literaly).
i had never shown an intrest in boys, make up and clothes and when i started secondary school i still showed no intrest at all i was a comfort eater that was what i was intrested in, i hated sport and exersise i hated talking to new people, and i hated going out with people, the only time i went out was to the cinema with the few friends i had or my uncle or to go to one friends house, i became more and more of a hermit, never leaving the house filling my hours with food, i decided to do something about it
