Like most people I have struggled with weight almost all of my life. I can't really pinpoint when things completely went to crap but when I look back at middle school it wasn't that terrible, however, I can tell from pictures that I had started to gain weight. It's troubling to me that age I had already started to cope with food.
In the middle of 8th grade I moved to a small town with my grandparents. I was a fairly active child at that time. When I moved to my grandparents I became bored very often and no longer enjoyed playing outside on my own. I had gotten used to having other children around to spend time with and play games, but at my grandparents I was alone. I love my grandparents to death, they are like a second set of parents to me, and they've shown me what a stable family is like.






