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Me: I'm moving!

Aymen: Moving to where?

Me: Very far from you, where I wouldn't see your dirty face, and where I wouldn't hear your dirty insults, kid go, even listen well one day I'll come back and that day you'll regret everything you could say about me and everything you did to humiliate me.

Aymen; That's what I'm waiting for today, so in two weeks you'll be back, with 15 kilos more.

Me: Do you understand ass or how is it? I'm out of here.

I traced my route to my uncle's car, I say hello and we hit the road, during the trip I explained to him the why and how, why I could no longer live here. In his eyes, there was pity.

My uncle: But you know people are like that in my town too.

Me: Well I'll take it, anyway I plan to lose weight.

My uncle: Lose weight for others?

Me: No for me, I'm tired of being like that.

1 week has passed, my uncle was right, as soon as I arrived people looked at me really badly, it hurt me terribly so the next day, I woke up and went to register for the gym.

Every day until the end of the holidays, I went to the hall, I went there from 1:30 p.m. until closing time and my uncle came to pick me up every evening, so I left to register at high school, but with my uncle we had chosen a private one because I didn't want to end up with people from the neighborhood here even if my cousins ​​were in this high school. I was accepted, lucky for me, so I had bought all my school things and for two weeks with my uncle and all his little family we went to Morocco to join my mother and there was also my father and my two " brothers ".

As soon as I arrived, I gave my darling mother a big kiss, I had missed her so badly, I said a simple hello to my father and my brothers and I went up to my room to do my daily training, and yes, I do not lose sight of my goal.

30 minutes later, I went back downstairs and we ate “as a family”.

My “father”: Looks like you've lost weight!

Me: Yes I signed up for the gym.

My mother: Yes it shows :)

My brothers: Still so big though! MDDRRRRRRRR

Me: Ahahahaha, you two are so funny, seriously.

My mother: You idiots, spoke better of your sister.

My brothers: we only say what it has, huh!

Me: That's good listen, I'm fat, so what?

I got up from the table pissed off, looked at them askance and traced in my room, did a little practice, took a shower and fell asleep so tired.

In the morning, I woke up around 10 a.m. to go running, I took a bottle of water, I put on jogging pants and I ran for more than an hour, I stopped at the place to finish my training and I walked home.

My cousin saw me come home and asked me where I had been. I told her that I had gone running, she encouraged me a lot and I thank her for that.

It had been 2 weeks since I left my old neighborhood and I really didn't miss it, nothing was keeping me there. Sometimes in the evening, I still think back to all the hurtful words that have been said to me, like stabbings in the back, I couldn't forget, some evenings I cried until I was exhausted.

I went to take my shower and then I looked at myself in front of the mirror, I didn't like my body at all, I was seriously complexed as not possible, I thought I was super ugly, awful, horrible, so many words to say the same thing, every evening looking at myself in front of the mirror, I insulted myself.

You could already see that I had lost weight, my pants were starting to get too big, that's the main thing.

So I dressed in a simple jogging, do not break my head. My cousins ​​wanted us to go for a walk, it was like that during the 2 weeks we were in Morocco with the family. In the mornings I woke up super early to do sports and the training that goes with it and then I went out with my cousins.

"2 years later"

I had finished my 3 years of high school, I had my baccalaureate with honors, I was rather proud of myself, I had decided to go to England for 2 months and to discover this country a little, I spent 2 beautiful month, on my return to France, I had discussed with my uncle and I had decided to finally return to my mother because I missed her very much. I did not intend to go there directly, I was going to spend 2 months with my father first, and shut up my brothers.

So I took the road towards PARIS. I called my father to let him know that I was arriving at his house tonight, he said okay, once I got to the station; I took the taxi because I didn't have a car yet but I had my license, I was waiting to find a job to buy myself one. Hassoul, I arrived around 8 p.m. in front of his house, I took out my suitcase and I walked in front of his building, there was the gang of my brothers, I was too sick of passing in front of them but hey .

So I drag my suitcase to the front of the building but the elevator didn't work here, it never worked so I had to ask someone to help me.

Me: Hello!

My brother Ryad: Salam miss. Do you want help?

Me: First time in my life that I get help from my brother

Ryad & Mehdi: Aayliah?

They looked at me in shocked mode from home shocked

Me: Well yes it's me –'

Them: Ptn, vazy what the hell did you do?

Me: Well I did sports, result more than 30 kilos less, but don't worry I haven't forgotten everything you said about me

Them: Come on guys, we're going home.

Ryad carried my suitcase and Mehdi climbed the stairs in front of me.

Mehdi: Ptn how did you manage to lose so much weight?

Me: Bha every day I did sports and intensive training, that's all.

Mehdi: Serious respect.

Arrived in front of my father's door, I took a deep breath, he who every time I came to his house, thought to myself about my weight, that I had to lose weight, and take care of myself, he didn't wasn't going to be disappointed, yes dad, if only you knew how much I've done to get here.

Mehdi opens the door, and he says hello to my father, he tells him that he has a surprise for him, so my brother Ryad comes home before me with my suitcase, I came home after him and I found myself face to face with my father ...