Since a young age I've never really like the way I looked. All of the other girls in my school were really skinny and had long beautiful blonde hair, and I hadn't lost any of my baby fat and I had short brown hair. I was called "Dora" by the whole class of 2018. Fifth grade is when it really started. Before then I just didn't really care about the way I looked because I never thought it was ever going to matter. Well to me it did start to matter. I remember one day after school I walked to my grandmas house because I didn't want my parents to know that I was so upset about the kids calling me mean names. I cried to my grandma that day, and even though I told her that it made me feel better, it didn't because the words my grandma said didn't make me lose weight. 6th grade rolled around and things changed. Girls around me were hitting their growth spurt and getting taller skinnier and getting boobs an a butt. All I had at that time was a round tummy and a thick thighs. I got my first boyfriend that year, but he broke up with me two days later because "his parents said he wasn't allowed to date". I found out that day that he had a new girlfriend. I was upset, but I knew what was going to happen anyways. All through 6th grade this kind of thing happened and I just came to realize that know one wanted to be friends with the fat girl. 7th grade was the same, only I found a great group of friends who didn't care what a looked like. I started developing a crush on one of them, and yeah I told him and yeah it broke my heart when he rejected me, but like every crush I had before him, I ended up with a middle school heartbreak. At that point I actually started getting really self conscious with the way I looked. I never did anything about it though. 8th grade comes and everything goes to hell in a handbag because I hated the way I looked so much that all I wore was sweatpants ant think t-shirts. Acne got bad around this time too, keeping me from wanting to go out in public at all. This year I met my current boy friend who I never thought would be the first boy to make me feel beautiful (but thats a different story, we'll get to that later). 9th grade was the year my best friend and I became BFFs. She helps more then anyone ever. She made me feel like I was worth something. She helped me learn to love myself. Since then I am working on my self confidence by changing my diet and working out 3 days a week. It's hard but it's beyond worth it. At the beginning of 2014 I was about 180 lbs, it is now October of 2015 and I am around 165 lbs. I am myself and I'm being the best me I can be.
I am Beautiful. I am Worth It. I am Strong.
And I never let myself forget that.
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