This was hard to read due to the one, massive paragraph.
You only have one chance at life. Its never to late to change for a happier life. One might not take that phrase seriously coming from a sophomore in highschool.
Since the beginning of my life I have been in a fight against the scale and have been losing because of sloth and greed. In elementary I was never made fun of but I wish I had been. You never notice a problem until you look for it in yourself and that was with me, no one said anything about my weight and I never noticed as well.
All kids are very accepting, no matter how big, color, or shape you are. I had as many friends as the eye could see but that didn't excuse the subtle hints of what I was becoming, because no one pointed it out. I was always last in the mile run, dreaded field day, and never put forth effort into our gym class. It could have ended if we did something.
Just before middle school I was called out by my parents and was tried to motivated. I did not have the wheel power to do anything but sit and play games all day. Middle school was the worst part of my life to this point.
When I started it was three elementary schools going into one building so there were many people I didn't know. Even the people I did know started to look at me with judgementle eyes for what I was, a planet. Only a few people never changed views of me, a person I will call Runner and my soon to be friend, Pencilspark.
Me and runner would always be together, can't see one without the other. We would play games, walk around town and do other things together. Pencilspark and I also did stuff together but not to an extreme extent. My grades got lower while I was transforming into a fat, disrespectful, disgusting person.
Now there was a girl that I liked, Hot Topic we will call her, and I "loved" her. I must have looked like a psycho, I wanted her so bad, repeatedly asking her for one chance. My entitled self thought eventually there would be a yes but who want to do anything with someone my size.
HT then goes out with a guy I will call Savior. Savior and I were friends, he was the most polite, nice, and charismatic person I knew. I threw hissy fits pretty much for the next month or so then I just went up and decked him. I never got in trouble, never, not in elementary, nor anytime so far in middle school, but at that moment in 8th grade my life changed.
By the school principle I was called a danger and I was sent to a suspension school away from all others, one that housed the worst people in our district. It was that way until summer, a whole 4 months. This was absolutely traumatic to me, it hurts typing this, and I need to set down stuff when I think about this whenever it comes up in my mind.
The alternative school didn't expect anything, so I had a ton of time to reevaluate my life. It was at this time I realized I was always, since the beginning of middle school, depressed and lonely.
This was the turning point in life for me, the moment I learned disgust and humility. That's when I first went to the gym, 2 minutes at first, then 5, then 15, right down to a whole hour as the months went by.
I dropped tons of weight and I've never been happier. Pencilspark took place as my best friend and Runner was dropped and never spoken to again as I realized how he badly influenced my life, as well as HT for her sake. Savior is a true hero, he probably saved my life by making me realize how entitled and disgusting of a person I was. This was just my life so far and I wonder what the future holds.
The moral of this story is to realize you have a problem, look in the mirror and be humiliated, but also know that you can change the one life you have to be better and longer. Fight the powers of greed and sloth and go to the gym. You only have one go on life.