Sometimes I just want to wake up and be beautiful. It won't happen.
Maybe.
If I cry it all out. All of the
fat out. And then I'll be skinny. Yeah.
Skinny. But who am I kidding? I've got stretched skin to spare. Isn't that funny?
All of the
fat people are really the skinny ones and the skinny ones are just
thin. Brittle.
Doesn't brittle mean breakable? It's terrible really, because I'm the
BROKEN
one.
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Short StoryCan't they just stop looking at the fat girl? Please, one day is all I'm asking. One jog not recorded of the fat girl's fat bouncing around. One day where I'm not tortured and called names that I not dare repeat. One moment where I feel safe.
