When i was in the sixth grade i was one of those girls that were over weight...like way over weight.  My mom always said that "Oh it's just baby fat, it will come off in about two years."  But i didnt take in what she said...I stopped eating because the kids at the middle school would make fun of how over weight i was.  It came to the point were me not eating got so bad that my friends didnt even know what to do.  A couple months after i stopped eating i began to see a difference in how i looked.  All i ate was basically a piece of bread in the morning...maybe.  Once 7th grade came along i started getting into a bad crowd.  I thought they were all my good friends because they were worried about my weight so they would make sure that i ate and stuff like that.  They got me to a healthy place in my 7th grade year:)  That wasnt that problem anymore though... i found out that year that i was dyslexic, schizophrenic, i had adhd, depressed, bipolar....and a lot more.. but i look like a normal teenage girl.  i just didnt act like one.  Once i told my friends they supported me all the way...But they all had a side i didnt know of.  They were all pot heads and drinkers.  They got me started on that stuff (but i dont do any of it anymore) once i got started on that stuff i started liking this guy and so we went out for awhile but once he broke up with me i didnt know how to handle it so i started to cut.  Than it got worse because the guy would play with my emotions and the friends would tell me lies and i would end up making a fool out of my self over and over again until one night...i couldnt take it anymore.  I tried to kill myself from this because after all the tormenting, the pulling of my feelings, the embarrassment i did over dose and cut my wrist down to the vein so i was on my bathroom floor crying with my hands over my head while lying down on the floor wanting to die.  I passed out and i woke up in a hospital with one of my closest friends from elementary school growing up.  I have to say that this story is missing a lot of details thats only because it would be too long and too much to type sorry about that.  After this whole experience i realized that i had to choose my friends more carefully...but than after i told that to myself it wasnt that i chose them and they were bad it was that i let them get the weak side of me and that i let them use me as a punching bag.  Now i know that im strong in my own ways.  Nobody can ever take control of your own life so don't let them...be strong...