"Hey fatass!" I looked up, staring into the black void of Yura Kunichis hell whole of eyes. I sighed. Yes. I was over weight for a 16 year old; 137 pounds over weight to be a exact. Every name was thrown at me because of it, and because Yura Turned her back on me. Of course, I tried to ignore it. Yet ever since I began fifth grade. Everything crashed; for no reason. Suddenly after fourth grade, Yura hated me and everyone else followed. They all turned a cold shoulder. Leaving me left alone.
My mother and the rest of my family were the worst. They kept asking me questions such as; wether I was depressed or any other things that went along with it. Even payed for a therapist. Yet, I would just smile, claiming that everything was fine. Every summer became the same, I just stayed inside. Ate, slept, and woke up, it all just became repetition. Even when my boobs and height came in it could only take little to nothing off my weight. It never was enough.
When the summer before junior year came. My mother decided on making me go to camp. Camp; a place I used to go to every summer until seventh grade when I thought I was to good for it.
"Bye." I sighed, watching as my mother drove back down the cemented road. I then turned to see the giant red letters on a wooden billboard that basically said 'your fat, you should run more'. As if I had just entered the Wild West; the board had reflected the rest of the little camp, with wooden little cabins, dirt paths, and a stable that read 'CAFETERIA'... guess I'm a farm animal now.
I entered the quad area were other people of all different sizes were. "Welcome to Camp Change!" The intercom squawked, making me jump. "We will be waking at 6:30 every morning, from 12 to 3pm is your free time and lunch time, and back to work until 9 pm. Goodnight campers!"
I rolled my eyes as I received my uniform. A blood red colored shirt with Capri shorts. Tasty. Soon I found my cabin with beds that were small and lumpy. Never any bunk beds, for the fear of being sued from a squished person I assumed. The food only consisted of veggies and meat. Sometimes we would get fruit. Everyday I thought of just eating the building, for thinking it would taste better.
They taught us the 'health stages' that we would be going through. Having to get ourselves up every other morning to get naked and weigh ourselves in the nurses office. Though I thought the nurse could've actually gained some weight.
Running up and down the roads that seemed like mountains gave me a nice sweat and tan. I watched as some people stepped aside to unleash their stomach. The coaches taught and made us do everything there is to. From plain excersises, sports, to even running back and forth to give the coaches a cup of delicious pure water. Making us drewl in want. At camp they let us decide what type of fighting style we would want to learn. I was taught karate and kick boxing, letting me use muscles I didn't even know that I had. I figured why not know how to kick ass if I needed to?
During gym, allot of people either cried or fell off their equipment and then cried. The equipment looked as if it'd fall apart with the massive weight from everyone, even mine. I learned that I actually loved volleyball, softball, and soccer. Mostly exceeding all three. My coaches congratulating me with every game.
After a month, I began to fill lighter. Push-ups and crunches became easier, sometimes even fun. Seeing how far I could go. My fighting skills started to feel as if i had always been able to do it. My size 12 became a size 9. By the end of the second month my size 9 became a size 5. So, I gave myself a challenge. To get a pair of size two jeans to fit around me. I asked my coaches for extra work. Explaining my goal, their expressions filled with amusement. I found other students observing me, some even asking for a harder push.
Through sweat and grit my waist became smaller, my height now at 5'6, and my weight 110. I cried as I received my 'golden' metal and certificate upon the small wooden stage in the cafeteria which for the first time didn't smell of rotting vegetables. My family cheered for me as I stood with a smile plastered to my face.
My mother happy to see me and in my old form. Took me out to diner, only myself to eat with thought. I told her everything that had occurred at the camp. My feeling lighter, happier, and more of myself then I had been in a long time.
With my mother filled with bliss and with a recent raise, took me out on a shopping spree. I cleaned out my closet and drawers. Giving everything I could to charity.
After running through every store and throwing coupons at the receptionist. I decided to trim my Chewbacca madness up. I got long layers, letting my raven hair reach bellow my breast. I cleaned my blackened nails and got my eyebrows waxed. That shit hurt.
My head was clear with positive thoughts. It was time to start new. Fixing everything that ever fell from me.