I was always way bigger than all of my friends. The other girl in this picture, Laura, was my best friend since I was 2 years old. She's a year older than me. But I bet by this picture you couldn't tell.
Luckily the "F" word wasn't really introduced to me during my childhood. (The "F" word being "fat", of course.) Everyone just said I was an early bloomer, which I was. I started to hit puberty in third grade. My hips got a little wider, my thighs filled out even more than they already were, and my mom made me start wearing a bra (which I hated). I grew to my current height around fifth grade. But that being said, there were other early bloomers who didn't look like me.
Little did my developing brain know it was only the introduction to a trial I would struggle with the rest of my life.
And without the 'early bloomer' excuse hanging around anymore, I know what I really am. My friends can tell me I'm beautiful just the way I am, but deep down I know. I've had thinner times and (excuse my language) fatter times. The thinner times never last and the bigger times get bigger every time
They say first impressions are everything... And I really don't want everyone at Timpanogas High School to remember me like this.
"I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich." --Dan Wilcox
"Truely great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget."
"We are supposed to be happy, 'for men are that they might have joy.'"
"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? To surrender dreams-- this may be madness; to see treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness! But maddest of all-- to see life as it is and not what it should be."