My life story in a nutshell.

Everything was all fun and games, until I was 14.
My mom packed up all my shit and told me we had to move.
Move to a new town, just so her boy toy wouldn't leave her.
It was hard to make friends, and this girl told me I was alone because I was fat.
I started eating less and running.
Soon, running turned into my life.
I would eat enough to get me by, but most of the time I was running.
When I was not running, i would do yard work.
I was getting skinnier and momma didn't like it.
I shoved food inside.
got fat again and again.
Cut because it made me feel good.
relapse after relapse.
I'm in college now, and Ana is hitting me hard.
So here i am (: