Stay Strong: The Diaries of a Cutter. (On Hold!)

~Brooklyn~

~Brooklyn~

Everybody has a story, I’m no different. My story just happens to be a bit, mainstream.

You see I was that fat kid sitting on the bleachers in a track suit. I was the girl who everybody made fun of because of my weight. It wasn’t my fault, I didn’t want to be like that but everybody didn’t see that. Everybody didn’t see that they were hurting me; they still are even after I’ve lost over a hundred pounds in a summer. But the thing is, working out and eating healthy wasn’t even making a dent on my weight. My friend introduced me to these diet pills. When I left for Miami at the beginning of the summer I was just starting to take these pills and laxatives. I was that fat girl but when I came home and started junior year at High School I was a knock out but whenever I looked in the mirror no matter how good people said I looked, I was still that fat girl. I kept using the pills more often, people started getting worried when I stopped eating and I was still losing weight. Then one day I overdosed on those silly diet pills.

Not long after that my mom signs me up for treatment at Ocean View in Maine. She said I was anorexic, I just laughed. How can a fat girl be anorexic? I can’t be sick, I’m not sick. The topic of me going all the way to Maine from Texas has caused lots of arguments. I don’t see what she sees apparently but she has no idea what I see in the mirror every day. I see a fat girl who will live alone forever.

I know, I know. My story has been told millions of times and people think I’m lying but I’m not. I’ve gone from being called the fat girl to the attention seeker. I’d rather be called a whore. I don’t blame them considering how I was brought up. My mom was a single mom, I never knew my dad. She raised me as best as she could, she blames herself for my ‘illness.’

My name is Brooklyn, I’m eighteen and I’m from Huston, Texas. I’m going to Ocean View to make my mom feel better.