In order to create your own prosperous future, you cannot afford to fall victim to the vices of reckless torture of others. It is undeniable that many people go through life as victims. If not a victim of an illness, perhaps the behavior of another person. For me, I wish my torture was an illness. Even if we are the host, the advantage of a disease is that it is identified and its effects are known or can be predicted fairly accurately. A disease can even have treatment, but not torture. My torture started as something every child from the age of five has to endure. School is not something optional and my parents always made me understand the importance of education. I had always accepted because I found learning fascinating. I quickly realized that what hurt me the most about trying to lose my bullies was that I was losing myself. I finished my sophomore year and started my junior year with a recurring eating disorder. A disease that truly eats you from the inside out. It was a real, physical representation of what was going on in my head. My bullies consumed me, taking over any vulnerable part of me they could find to make me weaker. Also around this time, my only three friends I had at school had just settled into their first year of college. My friends always tried to distract me and encourage me to focus on my studies and not on the people at school. They offered me their security while I was at school. Because of their loyalty to me and the fact that I had been hurt by so many people before them, I had made no friends besides them. At the start of my first year, I didn't have a single friend at school. Not everyone was necessarily mean to me and many even knew my situation, but didn't try to befriend me and I didn't try to either. It was easier to isolate