I'M BACK

How long did it take? One Summer. It took one Summer for me to become as confident as I am presently about myself. Laxatives definitely was not the solution to my chubby problem. It the only good thing it did for me was to take me to rehab, were i found my solution, self confidence. I had to spend one summer in rehab to learn that.

Everyone i knew always looked down on me because i was fat. In rehab, i learnt that all i needed was confidence. I had only gone to school for one week but I had definitely seen the difference. The popular kids, yes they call themselves that, used to bully me. And my twin sister was the gang leader. If my own sister was against me, then who the hell would be for me? Since we were little, my sister made me the butt of all the jokes. Fatty, Plain Jane, the fat twin, the ugly twin; i was used to people calling me that.

My sister was the one who pushed me into taking laxatives until i had bulimia and anorexia. But thankfully, my older brother, Andrew, found out and took me rehab. Anytime i remember my sister's face after coming back from rehab, I feel like I won the Nobel prize. I remember seeing her waiting for me at the airport. She refused to believe it was me. "Bailey, long time no see" i said to Bailey, my sister. She turned towards me and asked " who are you and how do you know my name?" I laughed loudly and said "Bailey, its me Aileen". Bailey took a step back and accessed me. "Wow, I guess rehab worked. Let's go home. Andrew has some important meeting and asked me to come pick you up." "How is Dad?" I said not paying attention to Bailey's rambling. "Dad is fine. He has been getting better since you left. I guess your presence is also hindering his health. You should have just stayed in rehab" Bailey giggled. I just walked away.

It was probably true that my presence had been hindering his recovery. My father had hated me since my mother died. I once asked him why he hated me so much and he answered angrily "you are the cause of your mother's death. You should be the one dead not her. Sometimes I feel like removing your face because you look so much like her". My own father wanted to kill me. I don't even know how i caused my mother's death. It had always been like a burden on me always weighing me down. I asked Andrew multiple times how mum died but he always brushed the topic off.

"Earth to Aileen" I heard as I saw my two best friends, Randy and Violet, in looking at me weirdly. "What were you thinking about?" Violet asked still looking at me weirdly. "Oh nothing". I answered.

" Good, we have to go job hunting for you" Violet said and ran towards Randy's car while me and Randy walked slowly towards it.