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Fat.

Fat.

Fat.

Ugly. Fucking. Fat.

I hate looking in the mirror. Because all I ever see is fat.

I don't avoid looking at myself anymore though, what would be the fun in that? I'd have no way of making fun of the piece of shit looking back at me.

For a while I had myself convinced that I was normal, that I looked like all those girls at school. The girls with their skinny thighs and flat bellies.

I thought that my view was correct. But that didn't stop them from talking.

Everywhere I went, I heard the buzzing of their annoyingly fake, high pitched voices.

When I confront them, ask them what their problem with me is, it's always the same.

"I didn't say anything about you. Calm down."

But I know. I know that they can't stand when I'm around, can't stand to believe that I may just overhear every horrid word they say about me.

They'll understand one day. They'll believe it.




-I'd just like to say that all the blogs I've been posting on here are pieces by a friend of mine. They are not true, she is writing a story & is trying to get any type of feedback she can get.