Diary of a Fat Girl
You know what I seriously seriously hate? When people ask, "Oh, what happened to that little girl I used to know?" Inside my head, I'm like, I'm still here douchebag. You've just turned into an ass after assessing my current image.
Why don't people ever get it, or more so, get me? Okay, so maybe I weigh a little less than double the average weight and I have a considerable amount of backside? And that weight-scale at the doctor's office isn't helping the situation one bit. It's like I just have to take it and bear it all.
People will never get it only my dear diary will. She's my confidant, my protector, the one who understands me fully.
September 7, 2012
I'm glad I have you to write in, especially with my whole life evolving. Grade eleven already and not to mention turning 17 next year. Gosh, and I'm still trying to get use to this new school. I like it though.
Beware, I'm going to put you through a lot. Sometimes I'll be gentle with you, and on other times - probably most times - Ill be rough. You just have to bear it. Lord knows I can't handle a bunch of..... unintelligent degenerates in one day. Anyway, you'll be my helper at home, but Bliss Cole has to take care of herself in school. You'll be known as the Diary of a Fat Girl.
I gotta go. School's soon starting.