So, when I was 1 I think I felt fat. I was a good girl. I just was shy and people found that annoying, which was mean and showed they were wrong. There was nothing I could say because they didn't connect with me as being more white than they thought because my ancestry dating back years ago...
Then, when I was 2, for some reason, I was kinda dark and fatter, still. I had started gymnastics, already, though, so I dunno. I don't know what I looked like in between. I don't remember. I think I felt like crap. I probably went haywire like an Asian American. Ha ha ha...
So, then the gymnastics made me strong and people "liked" me..
My brother was born when I was 5. I was still in gymnastics. I looked fatter I know when my hair was cut, which maybe it was cut before. I started ballet, and my head got big. By the way, I could never remember any of it. I moved and didn't like the easy school. So, I looked okay for awhile. I think my cousin, who would only have been 1, wrote to me and I forgot to write back and I think that made me not get a blog when the internet came out. I felt like knocked out, maybe by my mom, not to write back, and my dad didn't intercede. So, he can't get mad. That's true. So, I know I looked pretty when I was 7 and did baton at Christmas. However, I don't think I have the picture but may though my mom didn't develop any of the pictures I asked her to develop! So, then, I was baton leader of little kids mostly and I started to look kinda old. I did more gymnastics and quit ballet, and then I looked worse. I guess I looked better at some point in the easy ballet school, or a bit after. It was probably 1 of the best Christmas experiences, when I was 7.
So, then, I was 9, and I grew my bangs out. My hair got thicker, somehow. We lived by the water, directly on it this time. It was also a preserved city, the nation's oldest.
I got fatter when I was 12 when I found I was moving. I'm not sure who caused it. I think it was my piano teacher. I'm not sure, she must have been suggestive at weird things that happened, really bad. I just really suspect her. My mom had us not walk as much, though we walked to my piano recital, I think.
I started ballet and stayed in it so I wouldn't get scoliosis again. I also was in martial arts, which seemed to help my weight a lot, just once a week, with grappling. I also did tennis lessons with my brother and at 1st my mom, too, used to do it with a friend, too.
So, I switched ballet schools and for some reason got more plump, also trying to become cuter. My friend encouraged me. It did teach me more classical, puppety ballet, but not like classical puppets..
16, I had a hard lecture reading history course in gifted because it was combined with advanced placement, which is for the advanced placement test for college credit, which isn't actually that popular. I went to the mental hospital and gained weight even before. I was losing weight a lot and was not bony but thin.
17 I moved schools and was really busy and got into music college.
I was kicked out of my major, probably for staying up until 5, and my grades were marked down. So, I couldn't move schools and was at a prestigious college on a high scholarship for a specific study. It also had ballet that performs, which I didn't perform my 1st year, for some reason. Then, I went up north and something happened to my back and I started eating sweets. I came home and my parents didn't let me eat baby food and formula because it had cost a lot. I got fat. So, I went and did ballet and didn't go to the gym and because of that I got even fatter, unless I didn't know it was because I got fat when I came home. That kind of thing has happened before. Also, the construction made it so I couldn't study, and there was no material the same on the test as in the reading, anyway. Next semester, I heard noises in my ear that made me want to commit suicide. I was crawling to get back in my major, and the stuck up people in New Orleans still were being racist because of Johnny Depp and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It so happens the history course was during Pirates of the Caribbean. I didn't see the ads at the movies I went to, which were the popular 1s.
So, I came home and I was so tired going out and had to stop going out and had some problems with my head from how my dad drove, though I think buses and taxis would drive like that and I wanted to be a movie actor or like you know do whatever I was supposed to otherwise to start to become 1 in the business. Like I wanted to work at a restaurant in L.A. but assume that's overrated. Anyway, it was really mean how my dad drove. It might have helped, like injuries can help. I know music and coming home and relaxing for once in my life made me sensitive to noise. I did ballet for awhile. I got thinner, but I wanted to get taller and I guess it was fun not to do it and it wasn't a great school, though it provided a sweat. I forget what else I was gonna say, oh, yea, I wanted to sleep in. So, we moved to a house since there was noise all the time more and more, like every 15 seconds, even a lot at night, if not that much. I didn't think to wear earplugs but had a fan. I stayed in my room a lot and ate what my parents got, but I didn't even go outside until my mom presented me with keys, guess it might have been too late. Then, I went to the mental hospital, supposedly for punching my wall, going to a spa and trying to get blackheads out which ruined plugs that were happening in my forehead and then I thought in an experiment I was supposed to call a girl toddler the n word, also thought the spa lady hypnotized me to do it for not talking more about the internet. I was telling her how I got blackheads. I was on a lot of medicine for a long time and finally found a reason to quit. It made me even fatter and weaker and kinda like nothing mattered, ever since the n word thing, when Tim Burton stopped pretending to post online to me. Since then, a few complications have occurred.
So what I have to say about that is it would just be when I was 8 when I didn't write my cousin that I looked ugly and when I was 5 and started ballet. It was because I did gymnastics, too, not sure "what" happened to the other girls. I mean, it was like I knew what was wrong. I didn't cheat and say oh I did nothing all my life so am free for ballet, you know? Like not doing gymnastics is what makes you good at ballet.
I went to the mental hospital when I was 16 with that hard history course, too. I was fat after that, affected from it. Only a week. Here I went a month.
Then, when I was 2, for some reason, I was kinda dark and fatter, still. I had started gymnastics, already, though, so I dunno. I don't know what I looked like in between. I don't remember. I think I felt like crap. I probably went haywire like an Asian American. Ha ha ha...
So, then the gymnastics made me strong and people "liked" me..
My brother was born when I was 5. I was still in gymnastics. I looked fatter I know when my hair was cut, which maybe it was cut before. I started ballet, and my head got big. By the way, I could never remember any of it. I moved and didn't like the easy school. So, I looked okay for awhile. I think my cousin, who would only have been 1, wrote to me and I forgot to write back and I think that made me not get a blog when the internet came out. I felt like knocked out, maybe by my mom, not to write back, and my dad didn't intercede. So, he can't get mad. That's true. So, I know I looked pretty when I was 7 and did baton at Christmas. However, I don't think I have the picture but may though my mom didn't develop any of the pictures I asked her to develop! So, then, I was baton leader of little kids mostly and I started to look kinda old. I did more gymnastics and quit ballet, and then I looked worse. I guess I looked better at some point in the easy ballet school, or a bit after. It was probably 1 of the best Christmas experiences, when I was 7.
So, then, I was 9, and I grew my bangs out. My hair got thicker, somehow. We lived by the water, directly on it this time. It was also a preserved city, the nation's oldest.
I got fatter when I was 12 when I found I was moving. I'm not sure who caused it. I think it was my piano teacher. I'm not sure, she must have been suggestive at weird things that happened, really bad. I just really suspect her. My mom had us not walk as much, though we walked to my piano recital, I think.
I started ballet and stayed in it so I wouldn't get scoliosis again. I also was in martial arts, which seemed to help my weight a lot, just once a week, with grappling. I also did tennis lessons with my brother and at 1st my mom, too, used to do it with a friend, too.
So, I switched ballet schools and for some reason got more plump, also trying to become cuter. My friend encouraged me. It did teach me more classical, puppety ballet, but not like classical puppets..
16, I had a hard lecture reading history course in gifted because it was combined with advanced placement, which is for the advanced placement test for college credit, which isn't actually that popular. I went to the mental hospital and gained weight even before. I was losing weight a lot and was not bony but thin.
17 I moved schools and was really busy and got into music college.
I was kicked out of my major, probably for staying up until 5, and my grades were marked down. So, I couldn't move schools and was at a prestigious college on a high scholarship for a specific study. It also had ballet that performs, which I didn't perform my 1st year, for some reason. Then, I went up north and something happened to my back and I started eating sweets. I came home and my parents didn't let me eat baby food and formula because it had cost a lot. I got fat. So, I went and did ballet and didn't go to the gym and because of that I got even fatter, unless I didn't know it was because I got fat when I came home. That kind of thing has happened before. Also, the construction made it so I couldn't study, and there was no material the same on the test as in the reading, anyway. Next semester, I heard noises in my ear that made me want to commit suicide. I was crawling to get back in my major, and the stuck up people in New Orleans still were being racist because of Johnny Depp and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It so happens the history course was during Pirates of the Caribbean. I didn't see the ads at the movies I went to, which were the popular 1s.
So, I came home and I was so tired going out and had to stop going out and had some problems with my head from how my dad drove, though I think buses and taxis would drive like that and I wanted to be a movie actor or like you know do whatever I was supposed to otherwise to start to become 1 in the business. Like I wanted to work at a restaurant in L.A. but assume that's overrated. Anyway, it was really mean how my dad drove. It might have helped, like injuries can help. I know music and coming home and relaxing for once in my life made me sensitive to noise. I did ballet for awhile. I got thinner, but I wanted to get taller and I guess it was fun not to do it and it wasn't a great school, though it provided a sweat. I forget what else I was gonna say, oh, yea, I wanted to sleep in. So, we moved to a house since there was noise all the time more and more, like every 15 seconds, even a lot at night, if not that much. I didn't think to wear earplugs but had a fan. I stayed in my room a lot and ate what my parents got, but I didn't even go outside until my mom presented me with keys, guess it might have been too late. Then, I went to the mental hospital, supposedly for punching my wall, going to a spa and trying to get blackheads out which ruined plugs that were happening in my forehead and then I thought in an experiment I was supposed to call a girl toddler the n word, also thought the spa lady hypnotized me to do it for not talking more about the internet. I was telling her how I got blackheads. I was on a lot of medicine for a long time and finally found a reason to quit. It made me even fatter and weaker and kinda like nothing mattered, ever since the n word thing, when Tim Burton stopped pretending to post online to me. Since then, a few complications have occurred.
So what I have to say about that is it would just be when I was 8 when I didn't write my cousin that I looked ugly and when I was 5 and started ballet. It was because I did gymnastics, too, not sure "what" happened to the other girls. I mean, it was like I knew what was wrong. I didn't cheat and say oh I did nothing all my life so am free for ballet, you know? Like not doing gymnastics is what makes you good at ballet.
I went to the mental hospital when I was 16 with that hard history course, too. I was fat after that, affected from it. Only a week. Here I went a month.
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