Diary of a Fat Girl

5.

Dear diary

I went shopping with my Aunt today. She said that it would make me feel better but I knew that it wouldn't. I hate shopping. Walking around for hours, buying things you probably will never use. Who does that? Idiots, that's who.

At first I was hesitant to try on some clothes but then I found this gorgeous blue dress. The price was barely affordable but I knew that it would be worth it. There was only one more left and when I looked at the size of it my heart sank. A small.

 

I didn't want to let something as stupid as a size stop me from fitting on the dress, so I put it on anyways. It barely went over my head but I kept going. I heard a tear but I kept going. I felt like I was suffocating but I kept going. Finally it was on but there was a problem. It didn't fit. Of course it wouldn't. What fat person can fit into a small? Definitely not me.

 

Why did I even try it on? Because it looked so perfect on the model.

 

And when I went to take off the dress the worst thing happened, the dress got stuck. I called my mom to help me take it off and after 20 minutes and a scissor it was off.

 

Do you want to know what the cashier said when I went to pay for the dress? "You won't be able to fit into a small with that body. How about a salad once in a while?"

 

-Anna