Everyone's life is like a book. There are many chapters in
it. Some chapters may be horrible and some can be so great that you never want them to end. But no matter what, the book must
always come to an end, just like life. But you get to choose the ending to your own story. You can either make it tragic,
sad, uneventful, or make it happy. Even if some of the chapters, or the entire book, was a pile of crap, you can always write
a happy ending. This is what I have choosen to do with my story.
You could say I had a pretty normal childhood. Grew up with my mom, dad,
and two sisters in Iowa. Yeah, my family had their share of problems, but all families do. For the first few years of my life
I lived in Ames and Boone, then my family moved to Johnston when I was 7 years old and have been there ever since.
Now its time to get personal with me. And I mean really personal. In
the next few paragraphs you'll learn about my struggles and my journey that has brought me to this point in my life.
Chapter 1: Age 12 - 18
Lets start in my middle school years, around 12 years old. This was the
time when I was diagnosed with clinical depression and sent to a mental hospital. I don't know why I had this disease. All
I knew was that I was an extremely sad child and I didn't know what to do about it, so my parents did what they thought was
best for me and for the next 6 years I had to listen to doctors that had absolutely no clue how to cure me except shoving
medications down my throat. The meds and the counseling never worked. However, I didn't want to be put back into some
pshyco ward, so I pretended that everything was fine and dandy. But it wasn't.
In school there was a group of popular kids who would always make fun
of me for being shy, a little overweight, and because I was different from them. They continued to do this throughout middle
and high school. I just thank God that I met a group of girls who did decide to be friends with me or else I wouldn't have
been able to survive those years.
Throughout this time I also had many crushes. It was always the same
story over and over again. Either they didn't like me at all, liked one of my friends instead, or "just wanted to be
freinds". I guess I can understand why they didn't want me considering my physical appearance. Each year I kept getting fatter
and larger until my weight reached its peak during my senior year of high school. I weighed 300 pounds and wore a size 28.
Going up stairs made me need to catch my breath. I guess I never really cared about losing weight until I got into college
(aka the mating grounds). Imagine gathering up hundreds of beautiful girls and putting them into one small area. This is what
college is like. What guy would want me when he could have someone better? The answer is no one. Every guy ignored me, especially
when my then friend Suzy was around.
To be continued.....
