My Story part 1

Okay first and foremost I hate talking about this. My mom and dad said I should write a book. Ha.. I need to share this so here goes. Stay with me and don't judge me for what I have done. If you can't do this stop reading this now. So First you should know I had wonderful parents who tried. My mother was a police officer. When she wasn't at work she was helping my dad at his business. They were also firefighters. I was what they called a latch key kid. I grew up way to fast when I was 5 or 6 I could carry on a adult conversation and worked at my parents shop. Every morning my dad would take me to school but first we stopped and got donuts for my breakfast. Then off to school which being a poor over weight child was rough. I was lonely to the point that food became my friend. There started my addiction. So at a young age I learned I wasn't skinny and beautiful like all the other kids. I was never invited to birthday parties. I was always a outcast not only was I fat(strike 1) but i was in special education classes (strike 2) and we were poor(strike 3). Okay so my grandmother(god bless her) took me to a doctor while my parents were out of town. He diagnosed me with severe depression. So move on to age 12. I got my first job. I had money so here comes the sneaking of sweets. I would hide the wrappers and boxes of such under my bed. Mom and dad never checked my room. My addiction to food was growing to the point of my parents were locking up the good (sweets and fating foods). But I learned how to break in to the closet unfortunately that's also were the liquor was kept. My first drinking experience. I became a liar to everyone weather I needed to or not. By this time I felt like a outcast in my own family. I was always fighting with my parents. They didn't understand me at all. But I finally had two good friends.They both had problems at home. ( Sorry girls) I am not so sure they even then knew I had a problem. But I had a friend who was with me every weekend. (she still to this day is my best friend. You know who you r...) But then my life crumbled before me the start of my freshman year she was sent to IL to live with her sister. Oh hell I had to go into the lion's den by myself.. She was my safety net. She was my bubble that protected me from all the mean words and actions of the kids. I continued to take comfort in the wonderful feelings I had with sugar and fatty foods. It was my one true friend that never left me. That summer I got my first car and learned how to sneak out. I started to seek out friends in all the wrong circles. They were outcasts to. They drank,smoked cigarettes and weed. If I wanted to fit in with them then I also had to do this. I found out that I could hide it real well from everyone including myself. (Boy did I have a problem.) It didn't help that I never got busted,( when I did get stopped they let me go because of my mom) that made me cool with my so called friends. I went to school still buzzed from the night before and on the way to school I would do some more. I was numb and that's the feeling I always wanted and needed. I HATE the words YOU WOULD BE SO PRETTY IF YOU WOULD JUST LOSE SOME WEIGHT. I heard it from my family and my teachers. They all thought it would help me. My weight wasn't my only issue that I had... stay tuned for part 2