Personal Narrative: Moving To The New School

I grew up as choppy kid, who was a gourmand. And back then I never thought it make difference, weather you are fat or thin, ugly or good-looking. Besides I have always felt that people who surround me never cared or talked about my looking, which made it easier for me to grab another doughnut.
In the third grade, when I moved to a new school closer to dad’s work. When I started meeting new people I noticed that they look at me differently, unlike my classmates in my old school, whom I started this journey with and got used to my look. First day the new school I was called a bear for the first time in front of other kids who laughed agreeing with this guy who I really didn’t hate him as much as I hated the whole place. It was one of the first times where I felt that I was tricked, if I am fat, why didn’t my friends say that to me! But at least now I know. I went back to my house and I told my mom about what happened and she smiled and said, “but you’re still good looking, don’t worry you will be thin when you get older.” I turned around and left to my room.

In the middle school I fell in love with soccer and it became my favorite hobby. I dreamed a lot of becoming soccer a player. I started going to a soccer club when I was fourteen; I was hoping that I could enjoy playing and loose fat
I had a goal but it was hard, I thought it would never work and I lost hope. May 2015, till I met Hussam, who used to be my first roommate in my first year living in America. He looked different, like if he’d done a surgery. The person who I thought we looked alike; even people would stop us to ask if we’re twins or not. I couldn’t believe how he managed to loose about sixty pounds, but I believed that if he can, why can’t I be the same and change. This time is different; I wanted to show myself that I can as