My name is Alexia, I'm sixteen, and I'm in my junior year of high school. I'm obese and I've never had very many friends, because of my weight. This is just the start of my story. I used to play basketball when I was in elementary school, and I wasn't that overweight when I did. I had lots of friends back then and no one would judge me. Life was easy back then, then my father got on drugs and my whole life went downhill, he was put in jail servel times and as of right now, he is sitting in prison. I always used to blame myself for his drug use and the ways that he chose to live, but I have learned in the past couple of months that it really isn't my fault, that he chose to live the way that he chose and I can't help his mistakes, as of right now I don't have anything to do with my father and when I say dad in this story I am talking about my step dad, he's the one who has always been here for me and helped me through all of my life. I couldn't ask for a better life at home but at school and my friend life that's a whole different story. I hate that part of my life, I have a wonderful, loving family that would do anything for me but, I hate the way I look, I hate my social skills, and I absolutely hate not having many friends.