When I was a kid, my father left. My mother worked her ass off to feed us and keep a roof over our heads. She did from time to time get a new boyfriend, but none of them showed any interest in her “baggage” as they all called me. When I was 13, I became depressed and started eating to feel better, and I was very overweight. My mother feared I would never be able to lose all the weight I was carrying around, but when I was 17, I was tired of being bullied for my weight, so I got a job so I could pay for a gym membership. I started working out with a private trainer, and after only six months of hard training, I was almost where I wanted to be. I started running every day, eating healthy and working out every other day, and after a few more weeks, I reached my goal.
At the gym I trained in
