I came from a small town.I was always more overweight than everybody else,but I ignored it and went on until the first grade.

I was the quiet "teachers pet" and I was ignored until one day a person started teasing me and slowly everybody did it but hid it away from the teachers since I had mutiple family members that worked there.It started as teasing but then turned into threats then finally I was hit by one of the bullies.I thought it was a one time deal but nope,they ganged up on me mutiple times.Most of the time left with bruises.But I was raised on a ranch so my mother thought I was just roughhousing.

One brutal time pushed me over the edge.It was three older boys and they were visiting the ranch.I was out on my most skiddish horse.They came up to the fence of the pasture I was riding in and started to tease me.I ignored them and they got angry and started to throw rocks.Now I tell you that never to throw something at a untrained horse.

One pebble hit the horse on the nose and it bucked with me on it. I fell off onto some jagged rocks next to the pond and the rocks cut me up.The boys just walked of laughing.I got up and went into the pond and sat down and leaned back so the water would clean the dirt and blood off me.It hit me how easy it would be to just dunk my head and every thing would be over.

So,I leaned back and sinked my head under water.I closed my eyes and just relaxed.But it hit me how devastated my little Brother would be and how we were so attached that he would go depressed and kill himself if did suicide.Making up my mind I came up for air.

I moved schools and got a fresh start. But sadly this school had bullys that would soon torment me about my weight.

They convinced me I was overweight and I over two years became dangously anerexic.

I visited somewhere for a visit and wanted to stay there and so I lived with family.I was wanted back but I finally told them about me being bullied but didn't tell them about the mutiple attempts.

I soon became ill because of my stomach and was taken to the emergency room and had mutiple scans.They couldn't figure it out but over that week I had became better and was released.I had another attack after a couple of months then another a couple weeks apart then the worst was the double attack in which I had a attack on a Saturday and the next Friday I had my last attack since and the most painful.

I had lost forty pounds by the end of all the attacks and had to have high amount of calories diet and needed to take pills to stop me from getting sick of all the food.

Still to this day is faced with these problems but telling this helped and maybe I will tell every detail about it.