My life

I hate my family.

My dad is an alchaholic. Been fired from 2 jobs for drinking at work. Relies on TDI to support our family.

My brother is 20 but acts like he’s 6. He barely passed high school, and is the laziest person I know. Dropped out of college because, “it was too much work”.

My Mom is always working. Has had many different careers. Basically takes care of everyone.

Then there’s me. 12 years old. Cooking meals every night for me and my brother. Dancing 6 days a week. Straight A student. Star hockey player in my school team. All with a smile on my face. No one knows this besides my bestfriend. He helps me with everything. Homework, cooking. I have to wake up everyday at 4 to finish any homework , chores and to get ready for school. I get home everyday at 3 to the sight of my dad drunk and asleep on the couch. I do as much homework as I possibly can and make dinner. Around 6 everyday, besides Sunday, I have dance. By the time I get home, my brother has eaten almost all the food. My mom is just getting home from work. I make her a plate for dinner, and bring it up to her bed. Then I clean up any mess was made in the kitchen. By the time that’s done, my mom has finished dinner. I bring her plate down stairs and get in the shower. By the time I get to bed, it is about 11. I eat dinner if I feel like it. Sometimes I’m just too tired.

I‘m severely underweight

My friends always comment on how they wish they had my body.

Little do they know, this is what I go through for my body to look the way it does. This is my life.