The Story of Yesterday

My weight is the problem.

I’m finding myself very distant to others for the past few weeks. I am constantly put down due to my weight or figure and I’m having a hard time just keeping my head up. I’m, in some ways, being bullied in school because of who I am, what I eat, how much I eat, and other things pertaining to my weight. And now that I think about it, I do think thats relatively the cause of my sadness. I was always self-conscious about how I look, but ever since last year I guess everyone’s been noticing and commenting. Not a day goes by where a classmate or friend comments on my weight or figure, which they say it “jokingly”, and I’m not sad about it. I may laugh with them but deep inside it kills me. I try to hide from everyone else that may comment on my weight but I can’t. I wear relatively bigger sizes so it may seem like I dont look too fat, but everyone can see right through that. I try very hard to lose my weight like going to the gym, running/walking around my block, eating healthier, or joining physical sports; but I still seem to be the same. And now that my Prom is coming up I am more and more discouraged to go. My weight is the reasons for all the ridicule. My weight is the part of me that I can never lose (literally). My weight is the problem.