I was naked and fat so afraid. I just wanted to swim but they stripped my clothes away. Beat on and sexually abused so afraid. I was only four. My mom laughed as she came home. First time I ever remember. I don't want to steel her happiness. Ill deal with this alone. Surely my step brother won't keep this going. I am strong I am on my own. I stood up for myself until I was grown. But why did they always steal my clothes? Just a scared naked fat kid trying to get home. When I did I had to be around him for years. the damage came when I let the numbness go. Why am I so worthless do I even have a soul? I have found myself in a lot of ways. Its really hard living life this way. I can still see a little fat kid in the mirror. I mean...