Please don't judge me for what I Hqve written here. I just wanted my story out there. I wanted everyone to see struggling is just part of life but life gets better.
You may see me as a not-so-normal young woman but that's sort of the truth. But there is more to my story than meets the eye.
I was born on Saturday 28th November 1992 to my parents Sharon and Bruce in South Shields, I have an older half-brother Peter.
1 and a half year later my parents married then my younger brother, John, came into the story.
But that was just the start.
When I was almost 3 year old I was rushed into hospital with breathing difficulties, I was too young to know what was going on but that day was the start of the rest of my life, that day was the day I was diagnosed with asthma, to this day I still remember one thing about that night. That one thing being the pyjama's I was wearing. It's an odd thing to remember but it's always been a memory. Mr Blobby PJ's, possibly my fave ones! Haha
I started school and when I hit 5 years old I started to cut my eating down. Why? A lovely friend of mine at the time told me food would make me ill and I believed her. I was 5 and stupid, I believed in those kind of things. I wasn't a “chubby” kid in fact I was just a normal kid but I became thin.... VERY thin.
By time I hit secondary school I was already being bullied. I had a nickname at primary school, “Granny” I never fully understood why, and to this day I still don't. Secondary school was worse though. I began getting bullied for almost everything. I was short, so I started to get called “elf”, I was thin so I started to get called “anorexic Annie”, I was a Christian so I got called “Bible Basher”.
Even the few friends I had from primary school turned against me, ashamed to be associated with me. But what they didn't know was I wasn't happy at school. I hated going in and as the bulling progressed my happiness deteriorated more.
By time I was in year 9 (aged 13/14) the bullying still hadn't stopped, in fact cos I was going to the hospital/doctors on many occasions about my eating the bullying got more and more regular. I was even pulled down a corridor with my bag around my throat, I wasn't able to breathe. Of course I cried. At this point a few people I knew noticed me walking home alone, I slowed down as I crossed a bridge I had to cross twice a day. TWO people was all it took, they had obviously spoken and agreed I shouldn't walk alone. My journey home started off alone but if one of them saw me they slowed down for me to catch up.
One of them lived just 2 doors from me. I spilt my heart out to him, how I felt like if I died no-one would care, that I just wanted all the bullying to stop, it was hard for me. He comforted me and we became close friends. Until he got a girlfriend and we went to college. I slowly became alone again. I caused the bullying to stop, no-one helped, the teachers were useless. How did it stop? Well let me tell you a little story.... I was sat in my years social area reading a book (I was alone at this point no-one cared) one of the bullies decided it would be funny to take my bag and run off with it. I wasn't going to sit there and let that happen. It had my lunch in! So I grabbed my other bag (I had PE, I needed 2 bags at that point) and chased him.(Please bare in mind the bully was best part of 6 foot and I was about 5 foot at the time) I caught him. I pinned him to the wall and told him if he ever bullied me again he'd get twice as worse. It just about stopped from then, yes there were a few people who still bullied me but it wasn't half as bad.
Anyway.... At college I didn't fit in, most the people on my course were into their rock music but I wasn't. They didn't know that my life had revolved around rock music and it just wasn't for me. They didn't care though.
