The Fat Girl: Book 1 Jule's Jornery To Love

Hi Im Jules Kennedy

Im 22 years old straight A student exemplary citizen and dedicated worker. Yet I always seem to fall short of having a social life. Oh yea...did I forget to mention i weigh 350 pounds. I don't know how i got this way...wait yes I do. It seemed like the regular cliche story of a young girl growing up with a stuck up family who nobody wanted because she was thicker than her sisters and didnt have that bone thin structure that brought out womanly sex appeal for the guys. My sisters tortured me every day. Even during my high school years they would join the popular group and taunt me with the others. I would depressingly comfort myself with food. Food didn't talk back to me make me feel bad. I welcomed food and food welcomed me. My parents were rather wealthy which was why they were ashamed of me. They were both surgeons and didn't have time to fix their "imperfections" meaning me. My family wasn't always like this. But once their careers advanced so did they and they never looked back. Which is what hurt me the most. Money had changed my family and while they were ok with that type of change I was trying so hard to hang on to the life we had before. When food and I weren't the best of friends my sisters and I were extremely close and I had a mother and a father. But...I'm sorry to bust my own bubble it looked like things for now weren't changing any time soon. A girl could only dream.

After turning 18 I decided to move out on my own. Away from the scrutiny of my parents and the put me downs of my siblings I just couldn't do it anymore. I now had my very own condo no thanks to my family. My hard working corporate job yes I said corporate. Even though I didnt have the looks or the body I was smart and and landed a job in a corporate office who handled business for bigger businesses. Yet with all that I still felt the ache of needing my family and even though my family treated me like trash I still managed to love them. So now I was on my way to see them on a Saturday afternoon which was the only time I could reach them because you would always find mom and the girls together and dad with my only younger brother. It was a good 45 minute drive from my condo to my parents extraordinarily big house. I always felt it was always to big for the eight of us. I mean yeah we were a big family but 9 bedrooms one guest bedroom four and half bathrooms was extremely extravagant. But my parents made a decent living so who was I to argue or say anything different. I was almost there and must I say I always seemed to get nervous every time I went there. Probably because I always expected something different and they always managed to turn out the same. I pulled up to the drive way in my 2014 honda civic. I always prided myself in the things that I had or owned because my parents didn't buy a thing for me after I moved out. It was as if I was no longer a responsibility for them and they no longer felt obligated to help me. I was okay with that it made me more independent.

I got out of the car and knocked on my parents door. The maid answered. Yeah my parents even had a maid. I liked her though. She reminded me a lot of myself without the extra weight I smiled at her made small talk and walked inside the kitchen where I heard small chatter. "Hello Mother." That's what I called her since mom or mommy were out of the question.

I tried not to think of the last time I called her mommy. Something stirred within me that made tear up. " What are you crying about now chubby cheeks did your boyfriend leave you again? Ha! Wait you don't have a boyfriend!" My sister Anabelle snickered cruelly. I just stared at her blankly. "It's about time you've come to visit me Jules. I could have died of some strange sickness and you wouldn't have even known. You were probably sulking and feeling sorry for your fat self you couldnt take time to think of the rest of your family!" "You're pathetic you know. I don't even know how you landed that job! You're so HUGEEE! How did you come out of me!" My sisters laughed at my expense and nodded and bobbed their heads as my mom continued berating me. To make matters worse my father walked in with my brother. My brother never said anything but he didnt defend me either. He was always so quiet. I never knew what he was feeling. "Jules I see that you've finally paid us a visit!" I didnt know what the big deal was it was only a month since I hadn't seen them and it was exactly for this reason why I stopped. "Uh, hello da...oh sorry hello father." " You know you could never call me that again you are not like the rest of this family as a matter a fact I ask God at night where is it that you came from...how could we all be well formed and shaped and you be so...over weight and out of shape! Now you should see a surgeon. Maybe they could make you normal." It was like receiving a knife wound hearing those words come out the mouth of the person you call dad; the person who swore to me he would always protect me. It was sad really, because now he was the one I needed protection from.

I tried not to cry. If I let my emotions show they would prey on them and make me feel worse so I just stared at them as they continued to berate me. I finally had enough and told them I was leaving. "Aww is poor little I mean big Jules going to self indulge in ding dongs and ho-hos and maybe a little ice cream? Or maybe is she going to cry her extremely grotesque self to sleep yelled out my younger sister Jalece. I walked out of the kitchen without saying goodbye. It hurt to talk and I couldn't take it anymore. Before I reached the door the maid quickly stopped me and said " Before you leave Mr. Kennedy Jr. would like a word with you this shocked me because my brother Liam never talked to anyone not even family but they loved him. He was the only boy and my fathers pride and joy. I walked up to his bedroom which was quite spacious and big. It was big enough to accommodate his office in his own bedroom. "Close the door" he spoke softly.

"You must be wondering why I called you up here." "Well, I said there must be a reason." "Well... there is. I wanted to let you know that I'm here for you....whatever you need. I dispise the way mom dad and the girls treat you!" He looked troubled pained even as if what he was saying actually held meaning to it. There was actually truth ringing from his words I could feel them. But I had to ask him..."Liam why now?" Before he had the possible chance of answering my mother came in of course without knocking but before she said anything I looked hard at my brother and said "We'll continue this later goodbye Liam." My brother only nodded.

(Liam's Point of view)

I hated the way mom and dad treated Jules. It made me disgusted to be called their son. It was their fault Jules became that way. She was always thicker than the rest of us but never fat. She became addicted to food when mom and dad started making fun of her weight...but I couldn't understand. Mom and dad were never like the way they were now. They were mean, spiteful,bitter, angry, even cynical. They treated Jules like she was dirt but she wasn't Jules was my sister their daughter. He would always kick himself for not defending her. Mom and dad had this way of making him feel guilty but he'd had enough. He was going to stand up to his parents... he just had to find the courage and how.