Birdy

Hello. My name is Birdy. Some people like to share their whole life stories. But I don't. I had to learn that the hard way. When I tryed they just said that I wanted everyone to feel bad for me. I didn't. All i wanted is to have someone to help me, help me get through this living hell. I tryed it once, but I failed. I don't know if i should be happy or sad.  I don't think anyone would care if i did. But once you do they always say nice stuff about you and they feel bad for you. Why can't they realize that before. Does some one really have to take thier life just so they can show the people that hurt them that they were doing something wrong?

It all started when I turned 4. I know that is a early age. Which makes me hate them even more. I have so many questions that I want the answers to. Like why me? Why my father? Why didn't anyone help me? But the most important question, Did it ever end? They use to call me fat, ugly, whore, slut, and a bunch of other cruel and evil words. I believed them that I was fat. I really wasn't though. Of course I wasn't as skinny as them, but I wasn't obsese either. That's not what I thought though. I stopped eating breakfeast and worked out 2 hours a day. Which means i didn't get most of my work done and i started failing school. But that was okay with me because I just wanted to look good. But I couldn't stop losing weight. I had to get skinnier. I knew I just had too. Eventually i would only eat one meal throughout the whole day and work out for 3 hours. I still wasn't pleased. In 2 months I had lost 20 pounds. I now weighed 60 pounds. But I still wasn't satisfied. My goal was to be as skinny as I could possibly be. When i was doing all i could I wasn't losing anymore wieght. I started throwing my food up. I didn't like it, but i had to be skinny.

My parents were suspicious at one point when I started to lose some wieght. I usually wore big hoodies in the house because it got really cold even in the summer. I also wore them so that my parents wouldn't see me. If they saw me then they would ask what I was doing and they would make me stop but I couldn't stop I couldn't afford to begin to gain weight again. I just couldn't.

It was close to christmas now. Christmas was my favortie holiday because I get out of school for 2 weeks and I don't have to see Angelica (my bully). Right after I got out of school we went christmas shopping. I was so excited! I loved shopping. Especially now since I was skinny and all the clothes was a lot cuter for skinny people. I picked out a shirt that was lovely. As I tryed on the shirt I saw on my back I had a few bruses. I don't remember getting them. So I just let it go. 

As I walked out of the dressing room and meet my mother I felt cold, I didn't feel covered. After I saw my moms face I realized what had happened. I ran away and put my hoodie on.