The Bravest Moment In My Life

As my fifteen-year-old roommate falls to pieces, panic rises in my chest like a leaping flame. She lets out muffled screams and chilling sobs as she buries her face against the pillow. I kneel beside her and whisper reassurances. “You’ll be okay.” “No one will hurt you.” I pray she hears me but I know she doesn’t. She is trapped somewhere else - somewhere she revisits every day, like a bad song stuck in her head for life.

Entry #1: I feel like i’m spinning, but i’m standing still everything seems so fuzzy and I can’t stop moving. My friends are starting to notice something's wrong. I see people in the hallway who whisper things like “i’m gonna kill you”. I can’t identify the difference between reality, and what my brain makes up. I told my parents about what the people in the hallway say but they don’t believe me. I don’t know how to tell them how I feel, but I don’t trust them either.

It’s the day I have to move to the army's campsite. I grab my bag and swing them on my shoulder, it weighs a ton it feels like my shoulder’s gonna break. Sophie was peeking through my room door, as I was about to stand up she ran to the living room curled up into a ball making loud thud and sobbing noises. Outside of the house, I hug my mom as tight as I could, I don’t want to move any single inch of my bone. I want to stay like this forever. I felt a drop of water behind my shoulder and I know that it was her tears. I don’t want to leave them but I have to. It was time to let go but she didn’t want to, I grab her arm and slightly push them back.

As I helplessly watch my fifteen year old roommate fall to pieces in front of me, I feel everything around me slow to a crawl. Blood pounds my ear drums, I feel the color drain from my cheeks, and my feet take me forward as if they have a mind of their own. I fall to my knees and suddenly everything speeds up again – the pounding in my ear drums intensifies, my hands are trembling but I manage to grasp the side of the bed in an attempt to bring myself close to her. Her face is buried into her sheet. Muffled screaming escapes her as I whisper gentle reassurances in her ear, hoping with everything I have that she can hear me. I know she doesn’t. Even if she does, she can’t make sense of it right now. She’s stuck somewhere else, somewhere she revisits every day of her life and every time she closes her eyes to sleep.

You can see it yourself, sort of. The protruding collar bones, nestled with perfect symmetry below a delicate, slender neck. And your stomach, visibly flat but only with the tightening of your core. You still have a long way to go, Jeanie. The echoes of buried notions become audible words over the cluster of voices in your head. You see the thickness of your thighs, wide hips, and poke the soft layer of adipose tissue bulging slightly below you abdomen. Gaunt cheekbones, complexion too pale; its self-loathing that does that to you, every single

The disbelief in your eyes when I eat more than you. I wish you could feel the burden of this weight. You'd think lugging that much weight around all day would make you stronger, but it makes you weak and tired. You could have helped me instead of judging me; supported me instead of destroying me. If I didn't have this weight, I would be healthy, strong and beautiful. I touch my stomach and feel no fat. I would walk through the halls and be bold and courageous. If I don't put away this thing, I have been carrying all my life: I will never be satisfied with who I am. Because the unexplained feeling I get, whenever I look in the mirror, will never disappear. Well, I guess I can thank you and your scornful eyes. Because of you, I don’t want to lose weight; I want to get rid of it because I have no intention of finding it again. 120 pounds. 54.4311 kilograms. 8.57143 Stones. This is the weight I will one day carry with me every

The bravest moment I have ever had is when I quit putting up with people's crap and took a stand. The person at the time happen to be Davis Paul. Davis was always trying to stir problems in P.E. with me. He would push me and say hateful things everyday and one day enough was enough. He tool Axe and sprayed it in my eyes. I pushed him, he turned around to fight. Then he tried to pick me up and we both fell to the ground. When he missed I picked him up and body slammed him into the locker room floor, busting his head on concrete. He got chocked out in the moment I was brave and will no longer take anything off

Ever started gaining weight at age 10 after her mother died. She tried all sorts of diets and nothing seemed to work. After breaking a chair at a school assembly and a talk with her step-sister Brielle, Ever decided to undergo gastric bypass surgery. Some reasons for this surgery was to try out for the school play and to land a date to the school dance. A couple weeks after her surgery, she started losing a great amount of weight, but she couldn’t eat as much so she became famished all the time. People at school soon noticed her weight loss and she became very complacent with herself. Eventually, her outlook on life changed and so did her friendships. Shortly after the school year started, she got engrossed in the “popular” crowd. She soon

She vicious placed the piece of paper in my hand then ran away. Curiously I opened the envelope and three crumpled pieces of paper fell out. I opened then and they read “Hello stranger, my name is Anabel I am 16 years old and female. I live with Mum, Dad and older brother(Jason). My older brother is 18 and finished school. I hate my life… and everybody that I care for hates me. My parents are happy together but they hate me. They beat me up, swear at me, deprive me of food and don’t love me.” I read the start of the letter with a smile but then it took a vicious turn. I continued to read with my chin hanging from my jaw. “Every night, morning and during the day I have to find my own food with the money that I make. On school days’ struggle to get there. At school I have no friends everybody teases me for having colourless and holey clothes. I am thinking of moving out of my house because at home all I receive is violent abuse. I lay in my bed every night thinking of what I screw up I am. At about 11:00 o’clock at night Jason comes home extremely drunk he is so tipsy that it looks like he is trying to walk on a sailor’s boat. He storms into my room banging on everything in his attempt to walk. Jason then grabs the first hard thing he sees and starts to hit me with it. I never know what to do because my parents wouldn’t care. In these situations, I grab a blanket run outside and sleep in the tree in our backyard.” My eyes

I heard soft footsteps coming for my door. Knock, knock. “Come in,” I sighed. My mom opened the door and walked over to my bed. I could smell her sweet perfume, and was overwhelmed with a feeling of content. “Madison, my cell phone is out of minutes for the month and I need to call somebody about an ad on craigslist. It won’t be long, sweetheart.” Tony always paid her phone bill, and they were on the same contract. My feeling of content faded into disappointment. I argued with my mom for a short moment, and soon realized it was not worth it. I handed over my shiny, yet beat up purple flip phone. Mom, looking a little guilty, strolled out of my room. I decided to follow her so that I could help myself to some dinner. Holding my phone in her hand, my mom, almost skipping, made it down the stairs and out the front door in record time. “Why is she going outside to make a phone call?” I asked myself. I searched the fridge and the cupboards for any sign of food that actually looked good to me. I didn’t find anything, so I huffed to myself and turned out of the deserted kitchen and back up the stairs. Instead of going into my dreadfully boring room, I walked into my sister’s room. “Madison, what the hell? Why don’t you ever knock?” Sydnie asked, accusingly. “I’m sorry,” I wasn’t sorry, “I just can’t find anything to eat and I’m bored. And Mom is outside on the phone with some person about something. My phone.” Syd squinted at me with her soft blue eyes through her freshly dyed black hair and her heavy dark eyeliner. She had been busy typing away on the Acer laptop she’d gotten for Christmas months before. She took her eyes off me and focused back onto the screen of her laptop. I stood there in her doorway sluggishly for minutes before she finally lifted herself out of her twin size bed and made her way through her messy room. I can’t remember a time when Sydnie’s room was clean. She

The following day, I pack a bag with shorts and an extra shirt to school. After classes, in the locker room, I put my backpack in a locker and lace up my shoes. Changing my shirt was a struggle for me, so I go to a stall in the bathroom to do it. I walk past the mirror, and take a picture of myself. I save it in my phone as "Day 1. 235lbs." I think to myself, I will never look like this ever again. I have to change myself, my unhealthy lifestyle, but this time is different. Today is the day I stop trying, and start

As I approached the kitchen I could hear my parents talking as usual. One step in revealed a teenage girl. I could just imagine the sparks in my brain, desperately trying to connect the dots short circuiting me into a long look. With a silver spoon sticking out of mouth and a piece of cereal falling from her lips she finally met my eyes. She held my gaze, her irises were stationary on mine. Staring had become our only form of communication. It was a contest and winning seemed to be the only thing that mattered. Although she seemed to look through me, like my face was transparent as if she was fascinated by something marveling behind me. Her heavy eyelids rested on mine, slowed to an effect that was both soft and harsh. Her lips didn't form a smile, but titled as if they meant to as she attempted to swallow. After a few seconds she turned her head back to her food as if I had never appeared.

“Please, can we just stop to eat? We haven’t eaten all day, we can’t take this anymore. Please, just something cheap, we left to go live down here with aunt, and gave up everything, can you just do something for us?” I begged. My mother simply stared at me, but not angrily as I expected. She looked sorry, as if she knew our pain all along and just couldn’t help us. Without saying a word, she made a U turn, and headed back into the center of town. We rolled down main street slowly, scanning the area for some sort of diner, where we could get our breakfast that we never had this morning. My younger sister spotted the place. It was so small, it looked as though it couldn’t have fit more than three tables. The red worn down paint matched the rundown feeling of the whole town. There is a very high population here, but I can’t tell why. It is so small, and so crummy. Anyway, my mother parked the car on the side of the carless road surrounded by the peopleless sidewalks. We walked in through the door

“C'mon babe, let's go before the teacher comes.” He grabs her waist and their little gang followed them to the next class. I lay there helpless as people walked on by. How can people be so cruel? What did I ever do to them? I slowly got on my knees and place my fore arm on the lockers for support. I got up with my wobbly knees then the sharp pain in my stomach caught up to me. I clutch my stomach, slowly giving up on my knees. “Em?!”

“The most beautiful moment in life may not come as soon as you think and once you have it, it doesn’t always last forever or end the day you have it. It lasts for however long you wish for this moment to last within your own life,” read the colorless poster on the wall above my bed. I honestly thought this was complete and utter idiocy, considering the fact that this quote were to be based on their absolute perception of this world. The creator of this quote were to have been refusing to fully comprehend that not everyone is treated with the same respect as others and may live a devastating life to the extent that they cannot create a beautiful moment in life now, nor in the future.