I am fat. I am just putting that fact on the burner before I get started. Now do you picture me with all my flab? Do you think of me different now? I also live in a trailer. What do you see now? Ok let us continue I have a baby she is biracial. Did I mention I am only 16? Now that you have a complete biased opinion of me based on your own ignorance I will tell my own opinions and feelings. I will tell you that I take full responsibility for my actions but maybe my actions and consequences will maybe move you to be different.

I live with my current boyfriend. I am a runaway. I see my daughter once a month if that since she was taken from me and given to my mom and her boyfriend. I am lucky if I am able to get out of bed because of my clinical depression. To everybody’s surprise I eat maybe one meal a day if that. All my old “friends” are either fixing their lives or dead. And what am I doing other than drugs absolutely nothing. All my high school teachers act like they tried to steer me in the right direction. Yea right they act like I could not see them staring at me disgust as I made my way into their class. I saw every look and every comment anybody ever said to me. Oh yea you should have heard what they said about me when I got pregnant and left school. I wanted to get better for my daughter I truly did. For the first three months of her life I was there. I was mommy. But the depression came back and I slowly went back to my old ways. To this day I wonder if she event talks about me or thinks about me any. Sometimes I forget she is only two she does do a lot of talking my mom tells me something. She does seem to tell me with her eyes that I will never get my daughter back though. I am daughter but it seems all respect has went down the drain when she found my baby. I’ll admit I am a bad mom. Most days I would not even pick my daughter up from her playpen she just sat there dirty diaper and all. Sometimes if I was in a good mood I would throw a toy in there for her to play with. My mom came to visit and she had cut her foot and it was not banadage properly. I was in the room when she called DSS. But I was just so out of it that I did not care. What is worse it I am pregnant with another child.

So maybe I am bad off but imagine how you treat others maybe if I would have the support I needed I could have made it. I am not making excuses but just think about the way you treat other.