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My name is Erin Cooper and I'm 25 years old.
I grew up in central Wisconsin where the
summers are hot and humid, and winter
seemed to last forever. My father is a well-
known surgeon and my mother is a nurse. If
you're wondering if they work at the same
hospital, they don't. Because according to my
parents, coming home to each other after a
long day of work was always more rewarding.
My whole life I have been surrounded by the
medical field. By the time I mastered cursive
writing, I could already define and spell:
Cholecystectomy. That was only one of the
many medical terms that I have learned from
However, it didn't matter how much I knew
about the human body, I never wanted to
follow my parents' footsteps. I wanted to do
something different; something that interested
So, I decided to become a teacher and am
currently a first-grade teacher at Oakland
Elementary School. I couldn't be happier than I
was at this moment with my choice of career.
Those kids are practically the love of my life.
Maybe it is the fact that I know I might never
have children of my own, that makes me want
to be a teacher so bad.
As much as I love my job and my parents,
most of my life revolves around my adorable
younger sister, Grace. Just recently turned 22,
she is three years younger than me. She might
be over 18, but she is still very much
considered the baby of the family and will be
forever loved and spoiled by all of us.
Unlike me, she hopes to one day make a name
for herself in the medical field. That's why she
is currently in college hoping to become a
surgeon just like our father. The only difference
is she will be specializing in pediatrics.
However, as much as I love her she is
everything that I am not.
Where Grace is tall, slim and beautiful, I'm
short, fat and plain. Being the unlucky person
that I am, I inherited my father's black curly
hair, while Grace was fortunate enough to have
my mother's, silk strawberry blonde hair full of
She is gorgeous from head to toe and is
everything that I wish I could be and more. Yet
I know deep down that I could never reach the
level of beauty that resides with Grace. I am
not even close.
Heck, even her name is beautiful. She got the
name Grace, defining elegance and beauty, as I
was stuck with the plain common name, Erin.
I've always wished to be as gorgeous as my
sister one day, but it didn't matter how many
diets I went on or how much I worked out, I
could never lose any weight. I was doomed to
be big forever.
People always liked to use words like big
beautiful women, big-boned, or curvy to
describe big girls like me. However, I think
those words are not in every girl's dictionary.
Sure, there are plenty of women out there that
are on the bigger side and yet extremely
beautiful, but hell, I am not one of those
women. Yeah, I might have curves, but I'm still
fat nevertheless. You can phrase it any way you
like but fat is fat and that is exactly what I am.
Does that mean I like myself this way? Of
course not! What woman likes themselves the
way they are?
I have tried over the years to love myself and
my body, but that is something that is easier
said than done.
What makes me hate myself more is that I live
with people who are practically perfect in every
shape and form. Both my parents look great
for their age and are extremely healthy. My
mother teaches Zumba as a hobby and my
dad goes to the gym about every other day to
keep in shape. And as you know already my
sister is perfect. Yet here I am the black sheep
of the family.
Do you know what's even worse? It's that my
family supports me in everything I do. They
don't hate me for how much I weigh or that I
decided to become a teacher. In fact, they love
me for who I am and that makes it so much
Sometimes I wish that they would hate me for
being fat, hate me for not following in their
footsteps, or hate me for being different. But
they don't, and I find that harder to live with
than anything else.
Unable to tell my family my struggles and
what I was going through, when I turned 23, I
moved out. My mother might have
disapproved of me leaving home, but I knew
she couldn't stop me from moving on. I moved
to a new location, got my own apartment and
even changed school districts. Everything was
new and fresh, I wanted to start my own life.
I might have moved to a new location, but it is
literally only 20 minutes away from my parents'
house. Regardless I love the fact that I have
my own place and can drown in my sorrows
by myself. My family does visit me on
occasion and honestly, I enjoy their company,
but I like my solitude too.
Sometimes being alone is enough to heal me.
Because do you truly know what the hardest
thing of all is? It's not the fact that I'm the
oddball in the family or have extremely low
self-esteem issues. What hurts me the most is
liking someone only to witness them falling in
love with my younger and prettier sister.
I have had guys who tried to befriend and
pretend to be nice to me just so they could get
close to her. It truly hurts knowing I was being
used for someone else's goals. I don't blame
Grace because it's not her fault that all the
guys I knew or liked, fell in love with her
instead. In fact, my sister has never known
about any of this and I hope she will never find
I have just come to believe that some people
are not meant to be in a relationship or lucky
enough to find their significant other.
Sometimes fate is cruel, and some people just
never find true love. I know that I can be one
of those people.
Maybe I am not meant to fall in love, because
I am starting to wonder if there's really a guy
out there who is willing to look past my weight
and insecurities, and not fall in love with my
sister at the same time.
To be continued......
Hey guys do you think this story is gonna be interesting?
Do you also believe Erin is going to find someone who will love her despite the fact that she doesn't even love herself?