The evil of my pain

It all started when I was in 7th grade. I was a fat harmless lol girl who always minded her own business. Then all of a sudden everyone started calling me really hurtful names like trash , fat , whale , fat ***** , fat ass. They would always tell me that I wasn’t pretty enough and they would tell me to kill my self that no one would miss me. Id run home crying Locked my self in my room and got the blade and cut my legs and stomach where they wouldn’t see because I didn’t want them to see that I was hurting my self because of them. Freshman year of high school I already had a major depression I always wore long sleeved shirts to school because my arms were full of cuts from the top to the bottom. One day my sleeve went up and the guy next to me saw all my cuts and he called me pathetic and as soon as I got hope I added even more cuts onto my body and very time I would eat Id would go straight to the restroom and  put my finger up my troat and threw up all ate. I would always cry my self to sleep every single damn night now it’s my sophomore year of high school  and a new high school still wearing my long sleeved shirts at this school it was Even worse  they called me emo every where even in the restrooms they called me mean words and one day I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I ran home got a bunch of my moms sleeping pills and I drank them all. All I remember was waking up at the hospital and all my family by my side. Honestly I could say that was a wake up call for me  now I’m a junior in high school learning how to smile and going to therapy and I don’t let anyone bother me anymore because I have family by my side and that think I’m beautiful and I actually believe them. Well this it I just wanted to share my story.