The day they told me that I was going to fat camp was devastating. I hadn't really thought my weight was that bad, but when my mom made me take a good look in the mirror, I could tell it was.
It hurt so bad to look in the mirror and see the look on my moms face. It was almost as if she couldn't bare to look at me, and when we were done talking, I agreed to go to the camp. I had hoped it would change me into the girl my mom wanted me to be, perfect and small.