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Hey I'm Trish. I'm fifteen as of May 5th, 2012. I am 5"0. Exactly. I'm really short. I weight 163.0 lbs. as of right now. About a month ago I saw on the school at the doctors that I weighed 171.8 lbs. I went into the office, and I burst into tears. I almost had a panic attack. I have had issues with anxiety, depression, maniac depressive disorder, asthma, and most recently gall bladder problems. They are not stones. I know 171.8 lbs. isn't that bad compared to others. Though I just feel like the odd one out of everyone. It legit hurts. The other day I began working out again and I am sore. Though at the end of the day I know it will totally be worth it. I want to be the person people will envy for becoming what they said I'd never be. Better yet I want to be a new healthier me.
So lets kick this off. I'm going to give you a glimpse of my life a bit. My parent's separated when I was about 0-6 months old. When I was 6 months old I got taken away and sent with my father because my biological mother was under the influence of drugs and had gotten into a fight. As a small child I was in similar situations like that. Constantly locked in a room because she was partying, doing drugs and such. My father had to constantly "break in" to get me. When I was three she left me home alone. She came back Monday. What was she doing? Partying in New York. Her best friend found me on Friday. She called the cops on her. I was three, alone, and crying. Since then I have been terrified of being alone. My father raised me. Single father. Never tried anything. Other than being there for me. My father has gone to the end of the world and back for me. Because of my biological mother I was underweight. My father was constantly feeding me because he didn't ever want me to go through that abuse again. I was emotionally, physically, and sexually abused. (biological mother would have sex in front of me) My father never wanted that to happen to me ever again. I was lonely because I was an only child. Though he tried to make the best out of it. When I was 9 him and the person I now consider my mom got together. They had my sister. Since she came in my life I felt whole. I didn't feel so lonely anymore. I finally had someone to go out and do things with. I finally had a family. Things have still been rocky though I've managed. To the people that bullied me for things I couldn't control, to the ones that left me, and for the ones that hurt me. Every pound I lose is strength that I have gained. Every pound I lose it to show EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU THAT I AM STRONG! My difficulties do not determine my strength, the fact I am still alive does. So to everyone that doesn't believe they can lose it you can! You can always email me at TrishCamacho24@live.com
Thank you for reading my story.