"FAT". The world spun round her mind over and over again, and every breath she took it was as if a hammer were pounding it in to her head, deeper...and deeper....and deeper.
She never was thin. She hated that word, thin. It was used all the time and completely incorrectly. She is pretty BECAUSE she is thin. She hated it, because she wasn't it.
But what SHE was, was a pale round ball of a being with mossy brown hair and tiny squared glasses, that stood crooked on her nose, that she often foundeled as if they were glamorous sun glass and she was a sexy slim super model with boys chasing after her, but instead she was Aphrodity and she was FAT.
Now I know what your all thinking, Aphrodity, the goddess of beauty, Right? But that's certainly wasn't what it seemed like. She was constantly taunted because of her name "Aphrodity...pffft...More like AphroDIRTY", " Greek goddess but you look more like a bloke" they would say.
Her mum tried to help, stroking her greasy hair and whispering that "it will be okay pet" but it never was. It was always the same excuses though, they are jealous of you, your brains, if you ignore them they will stop.
Yet everyday she still walked to school with sweat around her colar waiting, just knowing something would happen. Sometime she would ALMOST make it to school fine, sometimes she would ALMOST crack a smile but...
Almost is never enough...
