I still remember as a 4 year old girl standing in the mirror. I sucked in my stomach, and placed my hand there. I kept wondering how great it would feel to be like that. My father is the one to make me like that. Living with my father was hell, when he would come home my brothers and I hid somewhere, we knew he was drunk or high. Eventually he would find one of us, and abuse us. I was placed in boxing so I could defend myself, he would have me run miles and miles, if I puked he made me keep going. […]