My name is Ashley and I am 19 years old. First off, if you skipped over the first post because it was long, go back and read it. The story is very touching and needs to be read.
As far as my story goes, I started smoking with an ex boyfriend of mine. I swore I wouldn't after my grandmother died because she used to smoke. I started though, all because of him. After him and I broke up I started dating another smoker. Then after 2 years of smoking I finally found someone that doesn't smoke and wants to help me quit. He and I have been together for almost 9 months now, and I am doing it a lot for him and his family. I hate that he refused to kiss me after smoking but it was because of the horrible odor on my breath. I cant blame him. I am quitting for his sister who is having a baby boy this week (hopefully) and for his health along with her other 3 kids' health. I am quitting for my future kids' lives so they don't ever have to go through any of the horrific stories I have heard so many times with the premature death from cigarettes. I refuse to do that to my children... and most important reason for quitting is for ME. I want to quit for my own health and my own reputation and to fix the way I look and the way I am portrayed with those nasty cancer sticks in my mouth. I want to be known as the girl that quit at a young age because she is smart rather than the girl that started smoking at 16 and never quit, now dying at 30... no way.
so basically I quit for family, friends, and ME and MY FUTURE