My BIG Journey

'Sorry Alicia! My camera won't work!' I said into my computer screen.
'Sorry love... but who's Alicia?'
I froze... my camera wasn't working and all the person could hear was me... speaking.
"Umm-uhh... I'm terrib-bly sorry, I m-must have the w-wrong Skype!' I stuttered.
This guy was completely hot... and I knew him from somewhere...
"What's your name?" his british accent asked me.
"Evie" I waited for a response
"What a lovely name! I just wish that I could see your face!"
This was just my lucky day that he didn't see me... VERY lucky. Being obese isn't easy...
"Anyways, I know you are probably beautiful!" The guy smiled.
'Pssssh... yeah right' I thought to myself. But it felt good to hear someone say such a thing.. I've never heard the word beautiful being spoken to me.
I laughed and smiled.
"I love your laugh, too!"
"My name is....'

Read to find out who this guy is and follow Evie on her BIG journey. :)

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3. Chapter 2- My Story

Being obesed was my whole life...

I've been like this since the time that I could remember.

The bullying started when I was in preschool.

I always knew that there was something funny about me from the start.

When I was five years old, I remember getting my physical so that I could play soccer.

I wanted to play so badly and have trained so hardly, even though I was just a kid.

The doctor told me to stand on the scale.

When she was finished getting precise with my weight, she looked disgusted, yet I didn't understand why.

She looked at my mom, and told her,"She's 101 pounds... i'm sorry, but she can't play in her age group... and she's way too small to play in older groups. She simply isn't allowed to play soccer at all."

My mom looked at me, worried about how I might feel about this.

I held in my tears, and replaced it with fake confidence and self-esteem.

I smiled at the lady.

"It's okay! Maybe in the future! Right mommy?"

My mom nodded awkwardly, but smiled.

The doctor gave me another disgusted look, and then left.

At night, I cried very hard, but silently, with my face in my biggest pillow.

 

That day scarred me, hense the beginning of my FAT life.

My really personality has been hiden ever since that day.

I don't laugh, smile, or talk that much anymore.

My mom died a year later after that incident from leukemia.

My dad remarried, and I have been forced to live with him and his wife.

I really did try to get along with her, but that all led to mental abuse... so music is now my only escape.

I do remain to obey and respect both of them though.

Shopping was and is now really hard for me to do.

Mostly, I try to look nice everyday.... but I shop at night, when no one is in the store... because i'm just a tad bit embarrassed to have people watching me find the biggest size of a shirt that I like.

Sadly, I am an only child... so I have to live my life basically alone.

I have one friend though, and her name is Alicia Perez.

She's fairly skinny, but I will never have jealousy over anyone.

Each day of my life could be described as a challenge.

Though each challenge I try to defeat.

I have good grades, and am treated poorly, but that will never change my love for life and the greater good of the positive things in this world.

 

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