Before i start, some backstory. I am Gavin Anthony Arias. I'm a 15 year old boy who grew up in the streets on New York City. I moved from the bronx, to queens, then to harlem. Then i moved to florida, it all went down hill from there. Shit hit the fan and life got fucked. My dad was always by my side, so i thought. I was less of a son and more of a fucking pawn in his game of chess. Fuck it, scratch that. I wasn't a fucking pawn, i was his entire chess set. Other than the king becuase he was king and i follwed the kings orders. Everything he ever needed and more. I went agaisnt my mother and almost had her locked away for nothing. Screamin "Child Neglect" just becuase he told me to. My father died September 23 2017. I was side when he died. I was sad for a couple of months... Until my birthday came along, i had a fun time. I drank a little and got a little high, everyone was having a great time. This leads me to my confession. The titular part of this entire writing. I am a victem of molestation and sexual abuse. My father defiled my young body and talked about me in a sexual manner. The sick fucker broke me down, i can't see my body as something positive anymore. My friends and loving boyfriend tell me im fine and that i look great. Those are all lies to me, i know im fat and disgusting. I was used and abused. I couldn't speak up because i wasn't strong enough. Please if you are a victem speak up. Thank you for ready and i hope you have a good life
