Fatso Em Doesn't Get The Guys...

I Never have gotten the guys and I never will- not with my 170 pound body and my mousy blonde hair. There's no bright shine in my dull grey eyes. It's not fun you know, hauling myself up from my bed and dragging my self to the bathroom, only to squeeze myself as small as possible so I could fit inside the hallway. I never tried to get smaller, I just got bigger and bigger. The saddest part is, I can't even change it. You didn't look at me because you wanted to, you glare at me because I'm in your view. The only word you'd ever say to would be 'move' and the only time you'd touch me is to push me out the way. I hate being fat. I look down at the worn and faded piece of paper that is crinkled and torn with age-it is my only comfort:

Don't hate yourself. The only reason your bigger is just because your body couldn't fit your awesome personality inside a small little human.

-Ty

I didn't hear from him for a long time after that...

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